"Alright, I think it's time we move on," Salem stated.
"Aww, already?" Pema frowned, "But, I want to stay with them!"
"If they're anything like the last group we ran into, well... there's going to a problem. I'm just a little cautious on who we can really trust," He explained.
"I know, but I think... I can trust them," She looked at the group, "For real, this time! My instincts are telling me I can."
"And where was that famed instinct of yours with the last group?"
"Ummm, I guess I forgot about using my instincts that time!" Pema scratched her head.
"You really don't know the meaning of the word 'instinct', do you...?" Salem exclaimed bluntly.
"I'm serious, Salem! I'm five hundred and eleventy eight percent sure! Super duper sure!" Her face brightened and her eyes sparkled, not particularly aware if what she said was an actual percentage, "Pleeeease believe me."
"... Well, if you're that certain of these people, I suppose it'll be alright. BE CAREFUL though, and stay alert at all times. We don't know anything about them," He warned.
"I will, silly! You worry too much," She twirled the staff and jogged over to Sakura, "Umm, excuse me. Would you mind if I joined your special club?"
(Fun fact: Pema was originally intended to be a new character in WilyRP.
However, I couldn't find a suitable way to fit her in the story, plus I already have a satisfactory amount of characters in there. I often worried that she'd make things needlessly convoluted, as I already write for Phi, Arche, Heinrich and Akane.)