Zenrial listened to the commotion of what sounded like men with mild interest. Not much had been of interesting today (in her mind at least) and as such some excitment would be nice. Glancing over to roughly where the voice was heard, she grunted the people there and merely pulled up her hooded cloak over her head (for she loved the rains more than any other weather, enough to permit her soaking by them.) Sighing, she looked back the Halfling, owner of the Raptor-thing, and listened to what he said.<br/><br/>"Perhaps... Though also being cautious is good." She said in a very low tone to them both (for it was a personal annoyance of her's to shout at the smaller folk) though she still ran her tongue across the backs of her top teeth.