[color=ed145b]"I.. See.."[/color] She responded briefly. There was nothing much she could say to that. Her master was quietly nodding at the Dragon's response. [color=7ea7d8]"Ah yes, just like the dragons from the stories that I heard as a child."[/color] The drow said to no one in particular. 

Zenovia could feel a slight irritation well up inside of her when Genrit referred to her as an 'insect'. [i][color=ed145b]Bloody proud aren't you. If I was your size, you'd be as dead as the boar.[/color][/i] She grit her teeth slightly, but overall showed no sign of being disrespectful, even if the dragon didn't deserve any. [color=ed145b]"I am Zenovia, Warlord of The Silent Ravens. And I was just here on a personal.. hunting trip."[/color] She paused for a moment before continuing, forming a more formal sentence compared to 'We're Kvaren and we've been here awhile.', [color=ed145b]"We, Kvaren are nomadic, so you may not see settlements, but most likely groups of travelers... And my horse got stolen."[/color] She replied, sounded a little exasperated in the final sentence. 

[color=7ea7d8]"He may not know who we are now, but most likely, what we were before. Tell him that we hail from Vircastoria.[/color] Her mentor instructed. Zenovia nodded slightly in response before continuing. [color=ed145b]"300 years ago, we lived in a city named Vircastoria. But as of the Death of Magic, the city crumbled and the people scattered. We are what remains."[/color] She explained. Her mentor had told her stories when she was a child, of the magic city of Vircastoria and how magnificent it was.