<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Celeste doesn't react to the words of the men, keeping an intent watch on them as they turn and leave.  She mutters under her breath softly, "ignorant, superstitious...peasants."  Then shakes her head slightly and nodding in agreement to Lilial's comment.  She had heard in the courts about how...backwards some of the people could be in the backwoods could be.  The angry mobs and torches and pitchforks.  She had never expected to see such associated with the<em>professor</em>, by any stretch.  It went beyond her imagining.<br/><br/>With another look to Lilial and Kendra, she lift the professor a touch higher, making a physical act of her esteem of the man, before continuing on.