"Hmm..." Zeniral muttered to herself as she eyed the reptillian creature with some interest. She had not seen very many of them at all, the last being naught but a child in comparison to the age of the one before her, and it's size matching it's young age. She watched as the Elven man, woman? It's gender didn't matter so much to Zenrial, who instead just watched on as he gave the smaller folk (who, as it was now clear, was the creature's owner.)<br/><br/>Glancing over at the over small folk, what she determined to be a Gnome of some sorts (again, her knowledge of their subraces was not exactly vast.) She took some interest in appearance of the creatures however, for Gnomes (in her mind) were most interesting creatures given their reletively unpredictable natures compared to that of a normal human or such.<br/><br/>Subtly running her scarred and gnarled tongue across the backs of her inscisors (her mouth was only open by the smallest fraction of space) she tasted at the air in the same manner that a snake would do. Practically tasting the other people present.