Zeon was not too far away from the conversation between Faar and Dready, He listened with keen interest, but washappy to keep his distance for now. He considered hiding so that he could listen without worry of being spotted, but decided that chances were good that they would spot him, smell him, sense him, or something, so he abandoned the plan.<br/><br/>The chit chat wasn't exactly private, but no one liked to be eavesdropped upon. After a moment he decided to move further on down the hallway. The art seemed to change with every step. So much history could be seen right here it simply blew his mind.<br/><br/>He stopped around a bend in the hallway to admire a particularly interesting painting (He assumed it was a painting anyway) that took up a large portion of the wall and seemed to stretch down into the hall ahead, he was transfixed by it at the moment, forgetting the two behind him talking.<br/><br/><br/><br/>---------<br/><br/><br/>Zoe yawned, most the girls in the room all seemed to be quite busy with some plot or another. There was one without body heat talking to a rather large grey fellow. Neither of them seemed like people to be trifled with. Meanwhile, many of the other women in the place were on the dance floor, moving this way and that. It was quite elegant to watch. Yet none of them seemed that interesting to her.<br/><br/>She sighed, "Huh." yawning a little, "In wonder if they have a refreashment table?" She pondered to herself for a moment.