The lowered her head as a sign of respect towards the man, grabbing his hand with a sudden force and lithe grin. With her other hand, she pointed to the blindfold shielding most of her face. “Hm… And you knew I woul’ be able to notice that? Or did you do that withou’ thinkin and hope for the best?” Emori chuckled slightly, finally shaking the man’s hand. Despite her cheerful demeanor, she looked through to him, trying to figure out the person right away.
However, her focus was broken by the man trying to order the strongest drink that was there. She turned her grin towards him. “Th’ name’s Emori. Emori Viswar,” she said without a second thought.
And her attention was back on the man before her. At this time, her grin had faded to a solemn frown. She parted her lips to speak, but she would not do so until long afterwards. “Power, maybe. Grief… Yeah. I’ve faced my share of har’ships before, but we all do. Mine… Well, mos’ already know it. It had its own page in his’sory,”