<strong>Arathel, Female Form, Otis's Farmstead</strong><br/><br/>Arathel listened silently, gesturing a lack of concern at the swearing.  A number of things were said to be less than virtuous but Arathel never seemed to mind or show irritation.  As always, the reasons why were inscrutable: perhaps it wasn't an angel's place to judge, perhaps Arathel considered such things lesser importance in the grand scale of those who fought against evil, or perhaps they weren't really evil at all.  Naturally, however, such tolerance ended when the supernatural hunted the lives of humanity.<br/><br/>She followed her way down the stairs as they went to prepare, her knowledge of tactics and the like rather limited.  She always found it fascinating how the humans could throw together these vast formulas of plans, knowing how a monster would think and being able to prepare accordingly.  It often made working with humans more than worthwhile.  "I have some of this, if it will help," she said, searching through her purse for a moment before drawing forth a handful of small bills and loose change, less than $20 in all.  She laid it out upon the table, adding, "Maybe it will let you buy some more silver or other things you'll need for the hunt?"<br/><br/>Arathel only ever used a flaming sword for the hunt.  It was more than enough in her opinion; humans had all sorts of natural versatility which made such things invaluable, and she was happy to help however she could in such a regard, but she would never take a weapon if it could deprive one of the human hunters of the equipment.<br/><br/>She let the two get to work, and when a motorcycle started coming up the road on one of the screens, she said, "I'll get it," and started upstairs.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Arathel, Female Form, Otis's Front Porch</strong><br/><br/>Arathel walked out the door, moving onto the front porch to look over towards the new arrival.  She was dressed in a dress, heels and purse, all in an immaculate white, which required her to stay out of the gushing rain for the time being.  She gave a smile towards Leof's motorcycle, giving him the chance to get off and saying, "Greetings," once he was within earshot.  "You're here for Otis, right?  I'll take you to him."