[center][i][h2][color=#dd5419]Calariel[/color][/h2][/i][/center][hr]
Perhaps the others would expect Calariel to take such information in stride, but in truth the young elf was rather overwhelmed by it. She considered herself a humble servant of her people, making honest efforts to keep their modest holdings safe. Certainly not a great warrior of renown, the likes of which seemed necessary for such an undertaking. She'd never faced any great unnatural creatures of shadow before. Orcs and goblins were one thing, but a threat of such unknown power felt beyond her.

Of course, Ofnir seemed to believe in her, and the others, for some reason that she could not discern. That alone was enough to give her some measure of confidence. And despite her own doubts, Calariel's heart was largely set. From the sound of the task alone, she could not refuse. If she did not try to help, then who would? She was not someone who could turn her back on such things, even to preserve herself.

When the wizard asked them to depart, Calariel almost thought to speak, but kept her lips sealed, and turned to be the first one out. She awaited the others, nervously intertwining her fingers together, wishing she could read their faces better at this close a range. As it was, she could barely make out their presence. [color=#dd5419]"I will be accepting the wizard's task,"[/color] she stated quietly, attempting to make eye contact with a few of the group and probably failing. [color=#dd5419]"If this sorcerer truly exists and commands a dangerous force, I cannot refuse."[/color] 

Her face reddened slightly, as she shifted her weight around. [color=#dd5419]"As for the rooms... perhaps Ellaryn and I can share a room. I have an extra bedroll and blanket. That is, if all of you are accepting as well."[/color] She thought it made most sense for the two girls to pair into a room, and Ellaryn came across to Calariel as pleasant company. Largely harmless, really.