The words Acea are about to speak die on her lips as Anavren falls into a deep sleep and the Magician Bigby appears. Hearing him speak she briefly nods her head and a slight smile crosses her lips as he is sent back to Mitrik with Bigby. The turmolt in Acea''s soul begins to settle as Anavren disapears and she begins to play a much more cheerful tune on her harp. Happy that she will now be continuing on the quest to help Nydilind and the Canon she becons to Duras. "I would not worry about getting us horses, most of us would prefer not to ride, and I think we can make up the time walking rather than riding, since those of us ill accustomed to riding will not have to suffer dealing with unknown mounts. We should keep an eye out on the other group we have been told about, but I think if we come across them, we should talk first before fighting, unless they attempt to cause us harm." She then turns back to her harp and continues to play till eventually she heads up to her room for her trance before the morning light.
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Looking at Acea you see a small elven female. She has piercing green eyes and deep brown hair. You notice that her eyes never seem to stay still and that she keeps close watch on the harp she has strung over her back.