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The first person to greet Zenovia on her return was Ivan. [color=6ecff6]"U-uhh, yes that's fine!"[/color] She answered awkwardly. She hoped that he didn't see the books that she had brought back from the void library. She had come to fear the thought of the Reaper due to it's ambiguity, and she wasn't about the take many chances. The shaman sighed in relief as the warrior walked off to scout the area, either he didn't notice the books or he didn't ask about them. Even if he did notice them, she was glad that he didn't ask. [color=6ecff6]"Thank you.."[/color] She muttered as he left.

She noticed a verbal conflict had begun to brew in the camp, she wasn't sure if she wanted to stick around to watch it unfold. The elf was quite eager to bury her nose in the tomes that she was given. She slowly got to her feet, glancing around to make sure nobody was paying attention. Thinking that it was safe to leave, she slowly backed away from the others, walking into the dark forest. She wasn't scared of what might be lurking, for the spirits lit the way. She sat down on a log not too far from the camp, but she was hopefully out of sight. The shaman brought out one of the books from her satchel, opening it. Small spirits hovered around the book to light up the pages, but this light was only visible to Zenovia. Anyone else would just think that she's attempting to read in pitch darkness.