Zhandi was too lost in thought to make an immediate introduction. Her mind was filled with regret, regret at the stupidity of traveling alone in the rural North. As a devotee of Silvanus, transitioning from a pampered house servant to a wanderer of Silvanus almost came naturally. What did not come naturally was battle: she was still learning about the natural wilds, such was where to shoot predators in the right spot to make them retreat, and knowing that not all predators or scruffy-looking travelevers were itching for a fight, but the drow were not so limited. One moment she was resting in the night with a campfire on the side of the road a days' distance from town, the next a stabbing pain from a crossbow bolt coated in some unknown substance...<br/><br/>"Zhandi," she said, finally breaking her silence. "That is my name. I'd say 'good to meet you,' but...it doesn't feel right at this moment. Maybe save it for later, once we're out of here?"<br/><br/>The catgirl tried to give a smile, hoping that they may come to such happy circumstances in time.<br/><br/>"But I'm not good at escaping from jails; I've always been a good girl.I know that Silvanus will help us out somehow."