Zel sighed. There was just no way to get through to Sigrun. Even after all that she didn't even end up confirming whether she was a vegan or not. Instead she went and made yet another dead ended comment.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh well,</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">To each their own.</span>Zel could keep the facts and Sigrun could be Sigrun. It was an unusually illogical thought for Zel, but he found himself getting the feeling that somehow Sigrun's randomness would someday come in handy. This was of course not supported by any facts or even common sense. So the fact that something like that even crossed his mind made it seem significant in a way... Or maybe Sigrun was just beginning to rub off on him?<span style="font-style: italic">No offense to her,</span>Zel thought,<span style="font-style: italic">but God I hope not.</span><br/><br/>Zel stole a glance around to find that they were more or less alone where they currently stood. Zel was getting hungry so he took this chance to pull down his mask and eat his bread. Returning the mask to his face quickly after.<br/><br/>Zel took a moment to ponder, "So, shall we continue our trek from yesterday? Perhaps go beyond that lake this time?"