Anya gasped as the light of the candle perched on her desk went out, the wick burnt out into a pool of melted wax. Illuminated now by dawning sun as it crept through the window, she realised she'd been awake most of the night. The young woman shook her head, she'd been reading a long time now, practically since their impromptu meeting had ended and the various adventurers had gone their separate ways to prepare. For Anya this meant poring over her tomes and scrolls, doing her best to memorise some of the more complex enchantments and healing lays that she'd never thought she'd need before. But it seemed since she had run away from the Abbey, her life was full of unexpected surprises and she was determined to be ready. Especially in the company of what she took for hardened adventurers.<br/><br/>She realised though that the time for study was over and she must prepare now to leave and put her magic into practice. With a grimace she shut shut her books and rolled up some scrolls, lifting only one light book to bring with her;<em>Libri Lux Lucis: A Treatise on Light Magic</em>. Next she slipped her lithe form out of her gown and put on a pair of tan, cloth tights. Over this she threw a bottle green tunic and over this still she wrapped a leather tunic. It wasn't much in the way of protection but it was all she had at the moment. Finally she wrapped her green travelling cloak around her, fastening it at the neck. Slipping her mother's jeweled dagger into the belt at her waist, she picked up her elegant metal staff and was ready to go.<br/><br/>Out in the misty, morning street her breath condensed, but Anya was determined to not show any weakness amongst the party as she strode quickly to join the few of them that already waited at the gates. She slipped in amongst their number quietly, murmuring a quiet "Morning all" and stifling a yawn.<br/><br/>"Will the journey to the dungeon be far?" She asked curiously, cocking her head at the others.