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As Zenovia went to sit back down, a voice suddenly spoke to her, causing her to flinch in surprise, she recovered from the shock quickly though. Her gaze fell upon a man who spoke to her. She recognised him from yesterday's meeting, however she couldn't remember his name. [color=6ecff6]"I-it's alright. I wasn't alone.."[/color] She began in a hushed voice. She didn't want to disturb the overall atmosphere of the event with her voice. 
[color=6ecff6]"I apologise, but I don't know your name. Mine is Zenovia Almire, the party's 'mage'"[/color] She said, bowing her head a little in greeting. This man was one of their party, yet his name escaped her. Granted she didn't really talk to anyone until last night. She only knew people's names via acknowledgement by others.