<br/><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>Blushing as she listens to Pantea and the others, Ceara quickly grabs the writing tools from Cyrus, giving him a grateful nod, before looking down, furiously writing. In contrast to the slow writing with her foot, her writing with the pen is lightning fast, thanks to years of working in the shop and taking notes on the various experiments she conducted during her apprenticeship. Pausing for a moment, she holds out one sheet of paper for the others.<br/><br/><em>-I'm not being restrained, and that's final. I can control myself just fine. We'll worry about how to handle entering a city when the time comes... It's not an immediate concern, and in any case, it's not as though shackling me would make me any less contagious.-</em>