[@XenoCyanide]

Zenovia watched as some of the others tried to work out what the rings did. She couldn't help but let an expression of surprise appear on her face as one of the men seemed to have angel wings upon wishing upon the ring. The young elf looked at the ring, giving it a quick second examination. She didn't really understand what this was all about, but it seemed that Sardon had no idea about it either. She slipped the ring onto her middle finger, staring at it for another moment. Nothing strange seemed to happen. Perhaps she needed to wish for something? That would have to come another time, as she didn't want to waste her wish on something trivial.

Her gaze moved to another man who began speaking like a leader. Zenovia could only assume that this man was Xen, the leader of their group. She felt quite confident in this man and the spirits around him seemed to agree with her sentiments. Following her 'orders', she quietly separated from the group, going over to the town. She wasn't sure what she was going to do here, perhaps buy a staff? [color=6ecff6][i]'Mages use staves right..?[/i][/color] She wondered as she walked into a store. It indeed sold staves, but perhaps they needed to be magical? Most the staves, or 'walking sticks' as they were labelled, had different animal shapes carved out of the wood to serve as the handle. Charming.

[color=6ecff6]"Excuse me, Are any of your wares.. uh.. Magical?"[/color] She asked the shopkeeper. The old man looked at her curiously for a moment before nodding.
"One of them is, although it's a little on the weak side. Most of my wares are stock standards for your average traveler. so don't expect anything too fancy from a stick." The old man chuckled as he walked into his store room. He wasn't gone for too long, holding a raven headed [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b4/5b/e2/b45be247c3cba37bdcce635770f3f42c.jpg]staff[/url]. 

"The man who sold this wood to me told me that it was made from a special tree that had soaked up residual magic. I doubted him for the most part and bought it purely for it's coloration. I had it appraised the other day. Seemed he was right, but as I said, it's a weak one. Apparently it'll only serve as a mere conduit." He explained, showing the young elf the staff. 

Zenovia asked about the price, only to find out that it was a little outside her budget, not that she really had much to budget to begin with. [color=6ecff6]"Sorry.. It seems that I can't afford it. Maybe I'll just buy a regular walking stick."[/color] She said, feeling a little defeated already. 
"Tell you what. I'll give it to you for the amount you have, but you'll have to mind the front of the shop for me for today. I got some carving to do out back." He said with a grin.
[color=6ecff6]"You must be joking. Surely you can't trust me like that so easily?"[/color] She replied in disbelief, placing her coin pouch on the counter. How does this man know that she [i]wouldn't[/i] steal anything.
"Of course I'm joking, you silly girl! Take it~" The old man laughed, counting the girl's coins in his hands. Zenovia could feel her face turn hot with embarrassment. What did she expect from such a funny old man?

The young elf walked out of the shop with her newly acquired staff. She could feel the faint energy within it. It was.. really weak. She sighed as she walked into the town square. She didn't really know what to do now. She didn't know what 'Youthful proclivities' Xen was referring to since she had spent most of her life quite removed from other people. Zenovia felt her mind wander as she thought about it, her gaze following the small spirits that lingered in this town.