Ceria had already started walking away down the street, but she held up and returned back to the group when her pointed ears caught the mention of "Here..." and a rustle of parchment being handed over.  Unfortunately for her, the petite huntress couldn't see the map over everyone else's shoulders.  Instead, she stood tapping a leather-booted foot, arms crossed and returning Arthera's scrutiny.  [i]What the heck was she staring at?[/i] Ceria thought to herself.  She pulled the hood of her light traveling cloak up, despite the weather being fairly mild.  Ugh, cities were the worst!