Amelia shook her head a little. Isaera's act could be exhausting at times and she didn't have the will to watch the elf play 'cryptic messenger' with the rest of the party. Rising, she offered, "When you're through, I'll be tending to my wagon. We can use it, unless everyone would prefer to walk." The alchemist slipped from the back room and headed for the door. She figured she'd not get a word in edgewise, so she might as well prepare for the journey.