<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Hearing the comments from the crowd, Celeste gives what could be politely described as a smile.  Realistically, it amounts to little more than a slight twitch of her lips and a touch of amusement as the group sees themselves off.<br/><br/>As the caravan passes by, she quietly takes the lead for her mule once more, holding the line loosely.  It appeared that the...device intended to follow along with them, something she was uncertain about.  As it was, she was certain she would not receive the warmest of receptions.  The elven woman might help prevent the worst of such, but the device would more than offset that, most likely.<br/><br/>Her cool glaze slid quietly to the elf in question and she raised a brow quietly.  Shaking her head just a touch, she finally speaks, her voice extremely light, almost like a whispered mezzo-soprano.  "You knew him as well?"