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This forest was certainly pretty, and as utterly alien as one might expect. The trees roots tore through the ground, creating a fairly difficult path. As they walked, they came to the conclusion that it might be a good idea to have a coverstory. She wasn't too particularly keen on trying to pass herself off than anything other than what she was, but it was a smart thing to do regardless. She had hoped to see some lively, friendly going ons when they arrived, and indeed had been excitedly humming as she walked, arms outstretched like she was balancing on some beam. When they got to the village proper, however...

"...Zhutkiy." She said simply upon seeing the rather ghost town like village in front of them. Something felt...wrong about all of this, but she passed it off as her imagination for now. Where would be her friendly russian hospitality at if she was to go start being suspicious of everyone, hm? "You are my escort, so it would likely be best for you to do most of the talking, yes? Besides, you seem to be better at this whole thing than I would be."