[The bartender takes the card and list back once she's done, placing them back — somewhere? Like a magic trick, it's hard to tell where both go once the faceless man takes them back.

The pen is hers to keep, though. It's blue. Enjoy, Emily.]

Yes, those individuals. While there are some worthy of your trust, Emily, others would use the gift you have been given to their advantage. I'd hardly wish to place such a burden on someone so young, but it is what it is.

[And the bartender refills his glass. If Emily's anywhere below half full, the same will be done for hers.]

Do what you must, but remember... The dearly departed are counting on your actions. As of next week, you may very well be their only link to this realm. You won't be able to reap the rewards your participation in this game may grant you if you are far too dead to enjoy them.