No one approaches them readily in the reception hall, a result that is at odds with the Merchant's request that they all mingle. Thankfully, this also means the aggressive enthusiasm of the traders is first expended elsewhere. Emilia has learned there are perks, sometimes, to walking alongside someone that looks like trouble and gives off an aura of primal danger.
She accepts the golden scarf she is offered, thinking the color — one of his House colors — would suit him better. Studies, too, the droid that greets them with warring suspicion and intrigue. Never has she seen anything quite like it.
"Do you ... sense anything?" she asks him, her own voice lowered as she feigns interest in the stall they approach. She needs to feign little, in truth. His assessment of the technology and resources is correct, and inspires curiosity.
(Where Wrath has no intention of making a purchase, Emilia does note the opiates that are on display. If nothing else, it might be wise to look into learning more of them if she is to be an expert. She doesn't want to be caught unprepared.)
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She accepts the golden scarf she is offered, thinking the color — one of his House colors — would suit him better. Studies, too, the droid that greets them with warring suspicion and intrigue. Never has she seen anything quite like it.
"Do you ... sense anything?" she asks him, her own voice lowered as she feigns interest in the stall they approach. She needs to feign little, in truth. His assessment of the technology and resources is correct, and inspires curiosity.
(Where Wrath has no intention of making a purchase, Emilia does note the opiates that are on display. If nothing else, it might be wise to look into learning more of them if she is to be an expert. She doesn't want to be caught unprepared.)