With Vasma’s invitation, Verena peeked her head back around the corner to look at the two. After deeming them both genuine enough, she walked out from behind the corner fully, bag over her shoulder and cheeks somewhat reddened by the embarrassment of being caught. Looking at Tarkus and Vasma more closely, she wondered what business they had in the area. They made a bit of an odd pair, from her view. Granted, of course, that she was rather biased by her upbringing in an area primarily populated by her own kind and her later seclusion in the woods.<br/><br/>Verena nervously shifted, hoping in the back of her mind that she didn't smell as strongly of elk as she normally did.