Zoe began to drop further and further behind Yako, as not to be seen. The younger girl didn’t seem to be moving with any secrecy, and not once had she looked back. Zoe observed her entering a building…of all places….a bar?
Drawing nearer to the structure, Zoe picked up strains of conversation and smelled fresh alcohol. Vaguely in the back of her mind, Zoe remembered a coversation previously about some sort of a party. Intruiged, Zoe slipped quietly in from the back.
The sweet alure of alchohol was heavy, but Zoe knew she wasn’t going to partake. Fae and alcohol did not mix.
Taking in the Niflheimers, Zoe stayed among the shadows near the back before she sat herself in a corner. She would only observe and get to know those who she would be working with for a while.