Zofren keeps her blade sheathed, but ready as they leave the village, heading toward where the goblins of this area call home. As the trees grow steadily closer together, the Aasimar has a temporary pang of homesickness, but brushes it off, needing to remain alert for whatever was coming soon in the future.
As Marika comments on the situation, Zofren nods, ready for a plan creation. Then Marika's voice rips through the silence, alerting every creature to their presence. "Well, that was a bit overdone, don't you think?" Zofren asks with a slightly confused smile. But her grip tightens about the blade, and she readies herself for the impending danger soon to come.