Finished with the tears, Emalia made her way down the mountain toward Westbridge. Her face was hardly recognizable it had turned so red and puffy from her tears. She hoped somehow, that if she went into a tavern, she might find Tarran. Surely her brother could help her - even if she really knew in the back of her mind she wouldn't find him.
The Blue Moon was a rowdy place, enough that no one really noticed her with her dirty clothes and bowed head. She made her way to the table as far away from everyone as possible and sat down, plunking her head onto the table and wrapping her arm around her face. A waitress came by and deposited a glass of water without a word, and left Emalia alone.
Every so often, she would let out a sob, for she felt truly lost now. She sat there mired in her own sorrows until a familiar voice hissed, "You look troubled, Child." It was Grobnak, and the ability for Emalia to release all of her thoughts to someone.
It was the perfect time to ask him about murdering, to which he admitted to doing, minus the joy that was believed to be had when he did. He admitted to being part of the Talosians... there were no lies.
Emalia hung her head at the admissions, and pressed on to her heart. She told Grobnak that she was losing someone very dear to her. "All I ever wanted was his approval." "[Ao] will use those he has deceived against you, and the greater your love for them, the greater the weapon." “How can I deal with this pain?" “Take comfort in your new family.”
Emalia sat stock still, trying not to let the tears that threatened her to fall. "I'm going to lose him... I'm going to lose them all."
"If he truly loves you, no matter the hurt, then perhaps he should trust you and respect you enough to accept your Faith, even if he does not share it. If not, you must remember that you are your own person now. Blessed by The Apprentice with Absolution. He must learn to accept that, or it will not be you that loses him, but perhaps, he that loses you."
Grobnak leaned over, kissing Emalia on the forehead lightly. "If I'd had a daughter, Child, I think she may have turned out akin to how you are today." Emalia thought of how nice it would be to have met one similar to herself, and how nice it was to be looked upon as though she had a father. It was with this thought that she lead Grobnak to the bakery, and amidst the stares of the patrons, shared with him a pie.
