Keeping his composure, he held out the rock.  The girl's face contorted in thought, more than likely thinking over whether or not to trust him.  Zenifier waited patiently, hoping the girl would trust him.  After a brief moment, the girl nodded and turned around allowing him to cut the binds.  It was much faster cutting someone else's binds rather than his own.  Once cut, the binds fell to the ground with a soft thud.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Are you hurt?"</span>He asked again before giving the rock a small toss onto the ground nearby.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Do you know where we are?"</span>He questioned, hoping she may have some sort of idea as to where they might be.  With the question out there, he turned towards the grey woods.  The woods had a beauty to them, if you were able to look past the eerie grey that they seemed to emanate.  Something about these woods did not sit well with Zen.  The woods had the dull grey glow of death and decay.  But they seemed to be alive and in bloom.  Two things that do not go with each other in any normal circumstance.