Zenia considered the woman's statement, apparently she saw Zenia, and the others that had risen from the ground like herself to be servants. Well Zenia saw no reason to contradict her. "[color=purple]Miss, I'm afraid I don't think that any of us qualify as fighters, I certainly don't. Against armed and well trained soldiers I don't think we stand a chance[/color]." Zenia watched the woman's eye color shift from blue, to red, to a purple color that matched her own. Fascinating, it appeared as though the woman's eyes were like an instantaneous mood ring, talk about being an open book. Zenia would have to make note of those emotions, so far it looked like blue for sad, red for angry, and purple for... thoughtful maybe? It would require further analysis to be sure.

 "[color=purple]I recommend that we attempt to escape from these 'Claws of Anarchy' regroup and perhaps attack at another time. Do you have anyone loyal to you we can go to, perhaps a city that would be willing to guard you[/color]?" Zenia asked eager to put out her thoughts on the matter and acquire more information about this place they were in. Given that this appeared to be a castle combined with the sounds of most likely sword fighting it seemed they were in some sort of medieval era. She would dearly love to get her hands on a map and a history book but that didn't seem like an option right now. 

Zenia looked around and noted some of those rising either had weapons or were scavenging for them, she considered the thought briefly but then dismissed it. She had no skill with a weapon and having one would instigate conflict, without one she would stand a better chance negotiating. A question arose from one of the 'servants', regarding their location. "[color=purple]We appear to be in some sort of castle under attack, the main force has been broken and it looks like the Claws of Anarchy, most likely some sort of bandit or black ops group, has taken the castle. In other-words I have no idea and given the looks of the rest of us it'd be safe to say none of us do save for our lady here. Speaking of which however did you manage to avoid getting taken by these 'claws'[/color]?" Zenia inquired the last part aimed at the women whom she assumed was some sort of royalty, given the bodies on the ground it seemed this very room had been under attack but this woman was unharmed. "[color=purple]Oh pardon my manners, my name is Zenia, would you be so gracious as to give me yours[/color]?" Zenia asked the women with changing eyes. It looked like there were quite a few of them that weren't quite dead, she wanted to learn more about all of them, but that could wait for later. So many questions so little time...