Acea enjoys the walk along the road towards the cave where the healer is said to reside, as she walks she keeps her eyes peeled for anything dangerous and seems to spend a bit of time examining a few trees that they pass muttering, "Kessir aul'lath," to herself as she glances at Anavren and smiles an ammused smile. As she walks she hums various tunes under her breath and occationally pulls her flute from her backpack and plays a few notes or a song on it. She also seems to be working on making words come together for a song as the others can often hear her say, "No, no that doesn't sounds quite right maybe like this." before she trails off or says a line softly to herself. When Acea sees the inn she smiles and heads right to it to see if she can secure herself somewhere to sleep and something to eat in exchange for a bit of music.

Acea enters the inn smiling in appriciation of not having to spend the night on the road. Heading over to the man who is wiping down the glass. Playing with a strand of her hair that has escaped from the braid she has put it in she asks, "Would you by chance care for some entertainment in your fine establishment, I would be glad to trade some tunes and stories for a meal and place to sleep for the night." She waits to see what the man will reply, glancing quickly over her shoulder to make sure her harp is still safely stowed on her back.
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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.