<div class="floatleft">(http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/8125/ceara1.png)   <br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ceara Flynn</span></strong> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9196)</div></div><br/>Ceara gives the man who greeted her a friendly, if carious smile, bowing politely. "Oh, well, um... I'm certainly willing to help if anyone was hurt, but... um, even from over there it looked like you came through ok. Honestly, I... I was trying to get out of the city myself. I am... well, I left the shop to look for my boss, but... I'm not too worried about her, she can take care of herself pretty well, right now I'm... mostly worried about my own safety, I was hoping I could get someplace a bit further from all the gangs and such..."<br/><br/>She pauses for a moment, before looking over the man and his companions again "I'm, um, curious though... I saw you outside the inn before the stampede... you don't all really seem like you're from around here..."