<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>The pale elf pauses as the procession stops, the group, apparently at least somewhat related to the group that they encountered at the edge of town on the way in, was intent on blocking their way.  She listened quietly to the comments back and forth, tilting her head to one side and raising a delicate brow at the necromancer comment.<br/><br/>She ponders a moment before looking to their leader and asking in her soft voice, "why do you suspect him a necromancer?  Was he e'er anything but kind?"