"That's good to hear," Kenza remarked, examining the wooden tray closely before snapping it in half. [i]Brittle -- but worth a shot,[/i] she thought, setting down one half of the plate and breaking the other in half again, then again, until she had a thin piece the size of a small stick in her hands. Walking over to the door, Kenza put the piece up to the lock and slid it in, poking around for something. 

[i]A latch? A hole?[/i] she thought, frowning as she thought of possibilities. Behind her, Mistletoe was sharing her life's story. Kenza listened quietly as the girl spoke, attempting to work on the lock as she did so. At first nothing happened, irritating Kenza. Giving the stick another hearty stab, Kenza found it snapping in her hands. 

"I'm out," she said with a sigh, backing up to give Mistletoe a try with the other small piece she'd snapped off earlier. "As for my past... Survival was a big part of it. I left home early and met a hunter who took me in and trainer me. When I learned enough, I went my own way and sought my own fortunes -- all that good stuff," she said, frowning and rolling the half of the stick around with her fingers. "Nothing exciting. You yourself, Derrick?"

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