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Upon hearing the beast's response to her question, she snuffed out the spell that she was preparing. In the back of her mind she knew she couldn't really fight anyone. Even a single spell would reduce her to the state that she was in earlier in the night. When the other woman piped up, her question was effectively answered. The Shaman felt relief flow through her, glad that the monster didn't know of her. Zenovia couldn't help but fall silent afterwards; the newcomer wasn't here to fight, but the camp was filled with drama. Involving Vert, as usual. Something the Spirit Walker wasn't keen on staying around for. Almost everyone was losing their composure and Ivan wasn't there to help either. The wood elf wandered where the warrior could be since he had left some time ago.. Although she didn't know how far his 'patrol' would go. It was a warrior's 'thing' after all.

Zenovia hadn't expected Tiberius to storm off into the forest the way he did, but it seemed that he couldn't take the pressure. His spirit was quivering with uncertainty and despair. If Kaite hadn't followed after him, she would've gone instead. The elf wasn't sure what to do now, other than take a more submissive stance as she took a few small steps away from the verbal tussle. 

From the forest, Zenovia heard the faint sound of wood being broken apart. The forest spirits shook with excitement as the noise echoed. Someone had used magic on something in the forest, perhaps a tree. Without thinking, she moved towards the source of the spirit's excitement. It was far off, but it was coming towards the camp. The small, pale lights of the spirits lit the dark forest, their excitement causing them to pulse and shiver. [i]Thump. Thump. Thump.[/i] is all she heard as she slowly made her way towards the noise. The Shaman sensed a strong spirit in the distance. Although it's brilliance was somewhat overshadowed by the dark presence of the beastman in the camp, it remained noticeable. Boisterous, proud, and bright.