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"I know when its needed, and when its a waste of my time." Nadia shrugs as she rubs her hands together. "Most of the fighting that goes on this forest is petty squabbling." Her tone was ultimately disinterested as she elaborated. "I know how to handle myself." Her hand trailed to her knife and she pulled it out to gaze at it. She gently touched the blade and she shifted her eyes up to Marik.
"I cannot exactly argue with your logic." Marik shrugged in response to her description of 'petty squabbling'. "I am uncertain of how much you know about the groups, but we are basically two collections of juveniles fighting over a pitiful scrap of forest." He laughed humourously for a moment at the thought of it. "What can I say? Once you have been doing it for a while you start to form an attachment to the side of the river you choose." He examined her for a moment. "Maybe you would not understand. Your accent and attitude belong to a drifter." He frowned thoughtfully. "Was it that? European of some description?"