Zenia woke up with a yawn looking around with blurry eyes and feeling around for her glasses, she always took them off because she could never manage to get to sleep with them on. After a bit of pawing around she managed to locate them and promptly put them where they belonged and took a look around. To her distress she found that she had absolutely no inkling of where she was, after a quick look around the room she found little else to help her. It looked like she was in some sort of manor, there were several poeple lying on the ground distressingly still and covered in blood. The only person moving was a girl about the same age as her sitting on the sofa crying in a heart-wrenching manner. 

Zenia stood up somewhat shakily still not adjusted to this most peculiar situation she was in. Her first thought was that this was somehow some sort of dream, but it seemed far too real for that. It didn't exclude the possibility of course, some people after all had dreams so intense that they affected them in real life as well. But if this was a dream then there wasn't any point in doing nothing after-all. On the other hand if it was a dream then something was sure to happen, as Zenia had never heard of someone having a dream in which nothing happened. Some intense pondering and several moments later she decided that it would be the safer course of action to act rather than react, after all she had read Sun Tzu's The Art of War and the basic principles included were quite sound. 

"[color=purple]Excuse me Miss.[/color]" Zenia spoke up, "[color=purple]Would you perhaps be so kind as to explain to me what is going on here?[/color]" She inquired hoping the girl wasn't too distressed as to be unable to assist her. Her ears twitched nervously at the sound of clashing metal, it seemed some sort of battle going on here, and Zenia sure as heck didn't want to be in the middle of it. Zenia eyed the window as she waited for a response from the girl, perhaps she could get a good view of what was going on from there, or if needed have it serve as an escape route.