Emrys's eyes followed her movements, reading her body language as best he could. It was something of a talent of his, picking up mannerisms, micro-expressions and such to later be stored for imitating purposes. But as much as he had a tell, so did other people. He could sometimes identify people by those mannerisms, and yet, though he was sure he'd seen her face before, just not recently, he couldn't place her by the way she moved or spoke. Perhaps he'd known her years ago, when she was younger? That thought was strengthened when she asked about Fairmarket.
Curious, he leaned forward, initiating the game by moving a pawn two paces forward. "I have, though not for some time." A decade at least, if he remember correctly. He was fresh out of school, and had fallen in with a gaggle of thieves, people who didn't mind as he continued to hone his craft. Some of them marveled at his ability to changed faces, while others taught him other tricks that he still used to this day. "Are you from Fairmarket?" She couldn't have been one of the thieves, could she? She seemed younger than him...but then, he remembered the ages of those thieves varied, down to some who rightly should have been in school. Or others who showed up when there were school holidays. He gave her another, more considering look. "Perhaps that is where I know you from after all."