Emma s'est permise d'être enfermée dans une salle d'interrogatoire avec le reste de son groupe. Elle a volé un dernier regard à Spook quand les portes descendaient derrière eux. Elle espérait qu'en dépit de toutes les chances qu'il serait en sécurité, mais à l'arrière de sa tête, elle savait qu'il serait probablement bientôt mort. Mais elle refusa de laisser cette pensée s'élever au-dessus de son subconscient, niant son existence même. Mais il n'y avait plus de temps pour penser à Spook, car pas plus tôt alors quand ils sont entrés dans la pièce, ils ont été menacés. Un bout de baïonnette a été mis dans sa poitrine, exigeant son nom et ses armes. Elle avait un couteau, qu'elle a laissé tomber à contrecœur, mais aucun mot n'est venu. Les gardes criaient et les menaçaient et Emma était gelée.
Heureusement, Lily a gardé la tête froide, parlant pour le groupe. Emma était embarrassée par son incapacité à agir - cela lui avait causé tant de problèmes jusqu'à présent et continuait de le faire. Meryn a plaidé leur cause, faisant de son mieux pour que les gardes voient qu'ils n'étaient pas la cause de leur problème, mais les gardes n'écoutaient pas. Emma n'a pas parlé, mais elle a hurlé avec force en accord avec Lily.
Mais tout à coup, rien de tout cela n'était important. Les démons du bois se déplaçaient de la forêt et Emma ne pouvait qu'espérer que Spook ait trouvé un moyen de sortir. Mais il n'y avait plus de temps pour s'inquiéter de Spook. La porte de la pièce ils étaient en boucle sous la force des démons du bois, menaçant de casser et de les laisser entrer. Seulement quelques instants avant que Lily ne soit sur le point d'être frappé par la garde de l'ornière, qui aurait probablement suivi le reste d'entre eux étant exécutés- mais maintenant il semblait que les agresseurs étaient leur grâce salvatrice. L'autre garde criait à la foule dehors pour courir, et Emma était encline à faire la même chose. Il a couru par la porte, amenant à peu près un des citadins dans Meryn. L'autre garde s'est levé, protégeant la porte. Emma a pris sa chance. Elle regarda Lily et dit : " Sortons d'ici." Elle s'est tournée vers la porte, faisant un saut fou pour l'intérieur de la ville. Elle s'arrêta momentanément pour ramasser le garçon et Meryn, s'emparant de leurs mains et les tirant avec elle.
A plucky, easygoing botanist and expert healer with a dark secret, aspiring to catalog the plants of the world outside the wall.

Courtesy of madspartan013
Emma always had one core belief that dictated her work: Do no harm. She always believed she would never hurt anyone. She just wanted to help people.
She just wanted to help.
Emma remembers when she was a child, exploring the Botanical Garden of Enn. The sticky hot humid air, the fragrant smell that permeated all, the hustle and bustle of the botanists going about their work, cultivating plants for use in poultices and potions. She remembers when she approached one of them, she was no more than ten, a kindly old man with wrinkled skin and wild gray hair, wearing a ridiculous beard that grew all the way to his feet. She still smiles fondly when she remembers what she said to him before her mother could stop her: "Can you teach me to help people like you?" The old man gave a large toothy smile, and nodded.
I just wanted to help.
From then on Forivel was her mentor. He taught her all that she knew, the art of healing and alchemy and how to grow and cultivate plants and everything that they could do. She grew underneath him and came to love him like a grandfather. All this time he never seemed to age, or at least Emma never noticed if he did, until his senses dulled and his hands became less reliable. He relied on her more and more, until one day she took over his work completely, running the apothecary he had run for all his life. When Forivel died, it was passed on to her.
I never wanted anyone to die.
She ran it very successfully. She was soon touted as one of the most adept healers in Enn, as Forivel once was, and her services were sought by many. When the nobles of Enn began seeking out her shop her business flourished. All seemed well, but the city of Enn had a dark side. When the Marquis Dufor found his way through the door of Emma's shop, things took a turn for the worst. The Marquis was an influential nobleman inside Enn, but no amount of influence would overcome his Colic- a disease which caused him great pain. For that, he needed Emma. She readily agreed to prepare a remedy, which she would deliver to him on the morrow.
I never wanted the Marquis to die.
As it happened, the Marquis Dufor was disliked by the common people. Touted as an exploitative force that endangered the peaceful ecosystem of Enn, people noticed when he went to Emma for help. Not soon after the Marquis left her shop a man clad in a heavy cloak that hid his face came to her door, speaking of a proposition. He came inside, stating simply that if she killed the Marquis she would be doing Enn a service. When Emma refused, he told her, once again very plainly, that if she didn't kill the Marquis his people would make trouble for her and her family. She told the man sternly to leave. But, despite her words, she feared for her family, her mother and father, and her siblings.
No one would know that I killed him.
The next day, when she delivered the Marquis' medicine, she laced it with Atropa Belladonna. Deadly nightshade, an effective poison. He thanked her for her help, and payed her. When the Marquis perished it seemed that other noblemen were almost relieved, and the city cared little for his death. No one connected her to his death, not taking notice of the simple apothecary. The man came back, telling her that she had done the right thing, delivering a parcel of gold for her. Everything seemed to work out fine, but Emma was racked with guilt. She had been reduced to an assassin, betrayed her mentor's ideals, and taken a life. She couldn't stand being in Enn anymore, so when the Traveler called, she accepted. She needed a fresh start.
I would have a chance to help people all over.