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Zenovia's finger slid down the page gently as she read through the old tome. Some of the subject matter was already known to her, but it was the minute details that caught her eye. Efficient ways to form spells with spirit magic, and how it was discovered. Such things would take time to practice, but knowing was the first step toward improvement. Suddenly a scream rang out from the campsite, making the shaman jump up from her seat, causing her to fumble with the tome for a moment. She quickly put it back into her bag before rushing back to her companions, but she stopped before entering the clearing, peeking out from behind a tree trunk.

The spirit walker wasn't entirely sure why she had stayed behind the treeline, but she felt safer there than in the camp in it's current state. Everything looked like a mess. Laina was crying. Vert was.. being attacked by something? Zenovia couldn't tell what the golden wires were until the Storyteller had announced it after a brief, and somewhat awkward pause. The elf didn't full grasp the situation, but she could see why Vert was upset. The monster.. girl, had been assaulted by magic, but was also upset by the newcomer. 

The shaman's gaze fell upon the newcomer. She could tell that this wasn't the Warlock, but someone of similar kin. A servant maybe. She clicked her tongue in irritation. Perhaps her deal with the Warlock wasn't well thought out enough. Perhaps he wanted to destroy them all now. But such thoughts faded away as the beastman sat down at the fire; his intentions weren't very clear, but he didn't seem aggressive.

[color=6ecff6]"Deer, apparently."[/color] She said to the newcomer as she walked out from the treeline. [color=6ecff6]"Might I ask why you're here?"[/color] She asked in a stern, cold tone, her hand behind her back preparing a small spell. Zenovia didn't really want to acknowledge how drunk Kaite had gotten... If she was to even point anything out to her, she'd probably be greeting a fist. Probably. Zenovia hoped that the monster wasn't referring to her.. Or rather, she hoped that he didn't know about her relationship with the Warlock.

She started to curse at herself internally. She wished that she didn't come out of the treeline. This was probably why the other Spirit Walkers didn't like her. She was far too grounded and sometimes nosy for their liking.