"Aicelia," the elf nods to the monk, grinning to him as she pulls back the hand that was patting the wolf, and holds it out to him, her intent to exchange a handshake. "Aicelia Wolfsbane. A pleasure, good sir, and I am sure that the good townspeople will appreciate your help!" She looks around at the human and the halfling, before nodding at them too.<br/><br/>"Looks like we've got a good mix of band here, if a little small in size still." she quips, then apologizes to Callie with a, "No insult intended, lady." Her eyes then glance to the door, as though expecting the ranger to walk in right there and then. Patience obviously not one of her virtues, as she gets to her feet, collecting her cloak from beneath her.