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As they moved passed the trees, Zenovia could feel the gaze of other wood elves upon her. She knew that they wouldn't hurt her, considering she was one of their kin. Also, the spirits didn't seem agitated by their presence. Perhaps they looked upon the band with curiosity. In the background she had heard The Storyteller talking to Vert, however she decided not to listen, as it had nothing to do with her.

The wood elf responded to Ivan's funny expression with a small smile, [color=6ecff6]"History likes to repeat itself in interesting ways."[/color] She replied with a slight chuckle. She decided it might be a good time to start to get to know the people she was going to be travelling with, especially since this journey wasn't about the end anytime soon. [color=6ecff6]"If you don't mind me asking, what did you do before being brought into this.. quest?"[/color] She inquired.