"You're Conan!" Quen exclaimed. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere. I'm Quenten." She held onto the tree with one hand and held out her other hand in his general direction. She didn't know exactly where he was, but trusted him to make up the distance. "I've actually been hoping to get to know you better since we have a lot in common. Well, we have Storm in common, anyway," she amended quickly. "We're both commoners who like him." She didn't know him well enough to know what else they might have in common, but she was excited to get to find out.