Zola gazed at the man as he spoke. Uhh, this is one of those pack men. She thought without any expression toward this feeling, Though I suppose I could rise to power... But her short thinking was shooed away with Liar's kind words and she couldn't help but blush with a flutter of her eye. "Oh who, Me?"
The man would introduce himself and explain that his name wasn't really a definition of himself. "Maybe your name is lying that you are a Liar." She paused for a second, "Liar." She giggled reciting that man's name. Not making fun of hime but just being tipsy. In Zola's mind, speaking lies was down of the bottom of her list of sins and she saw no harm in doing so. But she didn't want to frighten this man off, him thinking her as a criminal or something. He was being so sweet.
"What are your plans for this pack of yours then?"
