[Emilia has heard about the enchanted armor, and that's mostly why she's here. Mostly.
Her flesh golem is towering beside her, a boulder in a black raincoat topped with a tiny, ridiculous hat, holding a rickety umbrella over both of them.]
You're trespassing in the market I sell in. [Emilia snarls to Xûr. She's digging her sharp-tipped fingers into the edges of her black robe, trying to drag it shut.]
The Market
Her flesh golem is towering beside her, a boulder in a black raincoat topped with a tiny, ridiculous hat, holding a rickety umbrella over both of them.]
You're trespassing in the market I sell in. [Emilia snarls to Xûr. She's digging her sharp-tipped fingers into the edges of her black robe, trying to drag it shut.]