(https://66.media.tumblr.com/bd6158c6ff8dd5eeed7495bf56fc8ded/tumblr_n46z8c159v1qm14y4o1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Zoya Amare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289982.msg14241267#msg14241267)<br/>Location: The damp, misty moorlands of Gavon.<br/>Tag: -</strong><br/><br/>Zoya had spoken little since the encounter with the feral creature; she had offered her advice when it came to deciding their route and shared what she knew of the path ahead, but had volunteered very little besides these most pertinent bits of information. True, she had shared words with the goblin earlier when the rest of the group had moved ahead, and she had certainly proven herself capable of holding a conversation, but so far the gloomy woman hadn't really warmed up to any of the others.<br/><br/>Setting one foot ahead of the other before she paused, a frown appeared on her face. "I heard nothing," she pointed out and opted to remain where she was for the moment. Whether something was there or not, the warlock was better at facing an opponent at range, and she had yet to see any real leadership quality from Rosebleue that would make her simply follow her on her word.<br/><br/>The wagon did draw her curiosity, however - simply abandoned, with a white powdery substance spread around it. Was it perhaps just flour? The mortal remains of driver and horse, after some sort of supernatural attack? Now wasn't quite the moment to inspect it more closely, with the supposed vampire hunter charging ahead, but she'd either get the chance sooner or later, or the question would be rendered irrelevant by whatever it was the others were hearing.<br/>