<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Celeste stands after a moment, lacing her fingers and extending her arms over her head as she arches and stretches for a long moment, considering.  After the stretch, she turns to look to Lilial and shrugs a tiny degree.  "Be thankful you crave nothing more."  She smiles, this time showing her teeth for a rarity, exposing a pair of rather sharp looking canines.  "My father was...is, a vampire, since before my conception.  Due to his blood running through my veins, I have lived with a craving for the blood of other sentients since birth."  Her look is rather pointed at the elf before turning and walking in the direction Kendra had indicated.<br/><br/>She stops in the doorway, not looking back as she steps into the unlit corridor beyond.  "At least what you crave gives people joy.  Be thankful."  With that she wanders off to draft a letter to the high cleric of the temple as well as one addressed for her father, though intended for her mother.