No matter what, you will always be Emelias little pog champ. Whatever that is.

What’s so intriguing about it? Do her brother and sister Wardens have something wrong with their backsides??

She wants to sleep. But she keeps having nightmares. She’s scared to go back to sleep..

Ah. I see. Is this a bad thing?

I am not ashamed of my body....although..Hmm. Either way, thank you Artemi. Your Uh...backside is quite nice as well.

Well I see no fear in removing my armor after battle, not like I need to after the enemy has been pushed back. Though often I feel as if I catch some....wandering eyes. If you know what I mean.

Women

I see, I suppose it could be rather flattering to have some of the men stare. But they dislike your height? Quite absurd of them, personally I admire how tall you are! Makes for a more intimidating foe on the battlefield.

Warmongers. They’re cool and tall. Emelia likes them.

Curious SUB - DEN noises—

Crying?! She would never! The Warden is simply confused is all...

Well no, it’s obvious why she would be described in such a way. Perhaps a better word to describe how Emelia is feeling would be..shocked. Shocked to hear Artemi refer to herself as DOM-MONGER.

//Artemi and Emelia talking about Ashfeld stuff.

Emelia is just trying to wash her blade..but she gets the oddest feeling that she’s being watched…

Always so helpful after a long day of training..

Emelia quickly picked up her sword and held it out to Skuld, having encountered Northern people before, she wasn’t sure how friendly this one would be. “Aye? What or the way I handle my sword?” She asked backing up a bit from the Norse woman.