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Zephora watched with interest as the woman before her wracked her brain for information. The words emerged quickly, for someone who appeared to have little knowledge of the language, and were lacking in certain accents or emphasis a native speaker might use; but, regardless, Zephora understood the woman. A small smile arched the Chasind's lips as she grinned at the woman, partially excited. Up until this point in time, Zephora had only really spent time with Blysse, communicating with her through any means the two could use. Meeting someone, even an individual who only spoke a little, was a great opportunity for Zephora.

When Tiaryn introduced herself, Zephora bowed her head, "Tha mi toilichte do choinneachadh.". A pleasure to meet you. Zephora again bowed her head in affirmation, confirming that her name was indeed Zephora. She fell into silence, pondering what else she may be able to speak with the woman about. Surprisingly, Zephora could think of very little; strange, considering her excitement about finding someone she could formally communicate with.

It was then that yelling broke out across camp. Zephora's eyes locked on to the commotion as Tiaryn's did; she, however, felt no particular way about it. She had no connection to those yelling and, seeing as she couldn't understand what was being said, found it almost confusing. What reason did these individuals have for fighting in such a way? Had they not been traveling together? Should they not be allies as opposed to at one another's throats? She observed Tiaryn, finding her tense and then... the woman rolled her eyes, her face contorted into an expression of annoyance and partial disbelief -- Zephora replied with a small laugh and a nod. "Far an taine 'n abhainn, 's ann as mò a fuaim." Zephora quoted with a small grin -- where the stream is shallowest, greatest is its noise. She meant to indicate that the Templar was obviously unthinking in his actions, he definitely sounded like he had more than his share of wine, but with Tiaryn's limited understanding Zephora acknowledged that the woman may not understand the proverb.

She looked for something else to say, then she remembered seeing Tiaryn and the tall elf together at the ball. "Am fear shin..." she raised a pointed finger at Ryuu, "A bheil fhios agad?" That one... do you know him? She raised an eyebrow in curiosity as the elf made up his tent and disappeared within its cloth walls -- whatever the drunken man had been yelling seemed to have deeply affected the elf in some way, though she could hardly think of what it may have been.