Celie had looked at three women while they slept. They were mysterious in a way. But weren't all people, before you really got to know them. In the same way, she'd be a mystery to them.<br/><br/>The half-gnoll celestial kept quiet while Alise prayed. She carefully oiled and prepared her weapons, and drew the string of her big bow back, several times to make sure it had just the right amount of tightness.<br/><br/>When Alise finally spoke again, Celie was fully prepared for the day, leaning against the trunk of a big tree. Both her dark skin and her patches of fur glistening. "So...insteady of following you on your quest, I...am your quest?" Celie found that slightly amusing. "But...what would demons want with me? I'm nobody special." At least that was how she felt, even if her heritage was quite extraordinary. "Was there anything else in your vision?"