Zel ate his bread and cheese quietly and stayed sitting near Larea. It was partly because he was being protective, and partly because of all the people in their little group, she was the one he was most comfortable with. The stone man glanced up when he heard Ahmaht's question to Sigrun. Zel too had no doubt that the knight had done some pretty interesting things, but he wasn't sure that what was interesting to them would qualify as interesting to her. She might very well have single-handedly killed a dragon and then go on to tell them a story about... well about something that would almost surely be random and quiet possibly dull.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Zelgodis was beginning to fall into the mindset of thinking of Sigrun as some sort of anomaly. He hadn't stopped trying to guess what she would do, but he was no longer surprised if he was wrong. The girl could possibly be a world-class orator. He thought it was unlikely, but that was what Sigrun specialized in. Thinking about it was only making his head hurt, so he abandoned the subject, just as he'd earlier abandoned pondering over why Sigrun had hoisted her zucchini in the air. Was it some sort of eating ritual, or--? No. He mustn't think about it. Zelgodis' new goal was to avoid headaches triggered by over-exposure to the knight's randomness. A nagging,<span style="font-style: italic">chronic</span>ache he was now thinking of as the "Sigrun-Effect". Zel sat quietly and waited to hear whatever story the girl chose to tell-- if any, and tried, in vain, to stop thinking.