"I suppose we should only take one of the compendiums," Emmrich's saying as he heads toward the door. "Surely Kirkwall has something of a library?"
There's a loud hiss of agreement and he opens the door, smiling and blinking at the woman outside. She looks vaguely familiar, a face he's seen a few times in the Necropolis, but he's lacking in a name to put to it.
"Ah, hello. How can I help you, madame?" Another hiss sounds behind him and he half-turns before shaking his head. "No, no, the Free Marches are colder than here. The warmer slippers, please, Manfred. And my apologies, madame. My assistant and I are packing, and--oh! You must be Miss Tavarys?"
He knows her sister, knows he's traveling with her, so a short elf woman turning up to his door right now could logically be her.
"I'm Emmrich, Emmrich Volkarin. Please, come in." He steps out of the way, giving her a view of Manfred packing a bag next two two fully-packed ones. "We're just finishing up, and this is Manfred."
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There's a loud hiss of agreement and he opens the door, smiling and blinking at the woman outside. She looks vaguely familiar, a face he's seen a few times in the Necropolis, but he's lacking in a name to put to it.
"Ah, hello. How can I help you, madame?" Another hiss sounds behind him and he half-turns before shaking his head. "No, no, the Free Marches are colder than here. The warmer slippers, please, Manfred. And my apologies, madame. My assistant and I are packing, and--oh! You must be Miss Tavarys?"
He knows her sister, knows he's traveling with her, so a short elf woman turning up to his door right now could logically be her.
"I'm Emmrich, Emmrich Volkarin. Please, come in." He steps out of the way, giving her a view of Manfred packing a bag next two two fully-packed ones. "We're just finishing up, and this is Manfred."