Blackfeather Woods kiss ass.

So far, so good. Emèlie liked the male's persistence. I'm training as an assassin. Seems like death is my specialty. A smile pinched at the corners of her mouth as she too took a seat, careful to keep her eyes on Dakarai with every move she made. No matter how safe he seemed, Emma wasn't one to be caught off gaurd.
You gotta story? Most don't just end up in a place like this. I'm here because my mother fucked me up, my son is here because I fucked him up, so how about you? Though she hadn't yet spoken with her son, she'd seen him wandering the woods on more than one occasion. She'd have words for Lennox (he should know it was bad manners to ignore your mother) but in that moment her main concern was Dakarai's response.