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It wasn't long before Zenovia began to notice disturbances around the town, the spirits were becoming a little restless. Her gaze moved towards the source of a scream. She saw a few townsfolk moving toward the noise, muttering among themselves in a small group. The elf also wanted to see what was going on, but she was a little afraid to go by herself. Either she'd be swept up in the commotion caused by the people or she'd find herself in an undesirable situation, whatever that may be. As she weighed the risks of going to investigate, she saw someone in the corner of her vision.

Another elf like her. Maybe, it was getting dark. but she could distinguish some features of the other woman. Zenovia remembered her from the meeting earlier. Perhaps she should go talk to her about this? She was bound to get to know her teammates anyway.. The mage took a deep breath in and walked over to the woman. [color=6ecff6]"Uhm.. Hi, I'm Zenovia Almire, the party's mage. I remember seeing you at the meeting today, so I thought I'd introduce myself."[/color] She gave the woman a warm smile, holding her hand out in greeting. She hoped that she didn't sound [i]too[/i] awkward.. The shaman never knew that taking the initiative could be so difficult.
[color=6ecff6]"Also.. About that scream earlier, perhaps we should go take a look..?"[/color] She added.