"Ricky huh...what should I call him then?" Zara asked, a bit curious about what this 'Ricky' and whomever was with him, were like. From the sound of things, Kevin's relationship with them was shaky at best. Then again, those were the kinds of people she had been dealing with for the past few years. So she would be able to handle herself if problems arose. "Of course my feet are bothering me. I'm not used to walking at all. Though this is as good a time as any to get my feet accustomed to it again. But since you suggested it, a short break will do. Just so I can massage my feet for a moment. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes." Massaging her feet helped a lot back when she was still a bartender. It was normal to be on her feet and walking about for up to 6 hours per day back then. And she got her neighbour to massage them after particularly active days. She still remembered some of the techniques the woman used back then.

Zara found a decently flat rock to sit on, and started taking off her boots. Already her feet felt relief just from not being stuck in her shoes any more. "Say, I could go for a smoke while we're at it." She spoke as she started to massage one of her feet. "Or at least, I don't like having to walk while smoking. Kills part of the enjoyment." She added, wondering if they even had time for that. Otherwise she might just smoke while walking though. It had been a few hours since they started walking, and that 'itch' had been bothering her for the last hour already. "As for asking questions...what am I supposed to expect from these shaman lands? The furthest I ever got from the city was Geoffrey's place, so...I have no clue what to expect out here." Surely he knew some of the details at least, him having that beast thing inside of him. It sounded pretty similar to what Zara had heard shamans did, at least. And he had to have learned it somewhere.