<strong>Arathel, Female Form, Otis's Farmstead</strong><br/><br/>She waited patiently, grabbing a towel from the closet and tossing it to him once they were inside.  "What loud mouth?" she asked politely.  "I didn't get there until very late, when everything was already falling apart.  Otis wasn't harmed, at least as far as I could see, and Micheal is here."  She waited to let him dry off and get the mud from his boots, then moved to the basement, opening the door for him.  "If you were there from the start, maybe you could fill us in on the complete story?"  Her attention turned more dutifully upon him, hoping to get a better understanding for what had happened.