>>5217764>>5217760>>5217752>>5217707>>5217765>Ask Emilia about herself>Tell her a bit about yourself, too, because you are a very interesting fellow“And what about your time out of the military?” You ask.
“I became a sellsword after the war to make money. And now I slay monsters in this dungeon so that I might drag my miserable life out just a little more.” Emilia responds, her voice dull. “What do you think?”
“Well, you surely had interests before all that?” You insist upon her. “I, myself, collect action serials. They’re great reads–dense enough to provoke interest, but light enough to enjoy before bed. And they’re written to enjoy for <span class="mu-i">all</span> ages, not just children. Like The Picaresque Adventures of Jack Knife. <span class="mu-i">That’s</span> literature. To tell the truth, those sorts of stories were the ones to prompt my military career.”
“I.. I like to paint. I wanted to be an artist when I was a girl. To illustrate for children’s books.” Emilia mutters in a quiet voice, her face a dash pink. But frustration begins to creep into her tone. “But now I’m stuck down here. What do you want me to say? Why are you even asking me this?”
>Reassure her that you just wanted to know more about her.>Let her be. She’s clearly begun to grow upset.>Ask if she was even fond of her time in the army. For someone who claims to seek immortality to kill better, she doesn’t sound like it.>Ask again what she plans to do after she attains immortality.>Write-In. 