Acea looks up from her harp as the cleric disapears into the unknown. Slowly standing she looks abit startled. "Well now, I guess there was a trap about." She mumbles almost to herself. As the bard Peerless enters the cave she sighs a bit, and groans, seeing as the group is stuck with him now, since there is no way for him to go back, unless he wants to become old and decrepit like the poor annoying anavren. Smiling a bit at the thought of anavren's fate. Acea waits to see what the party decides to do.
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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.