<strong>Arathel, Female Form, Otis's Farmstead</strong><br/><br/>The woman's smile remained warm and polite.  She wore no armor and didn't have any visible weapons, so it was hard to tell just how talented she was in a fight, but her eyes naturally gravitated to look over his weapons with some approval.  "To some degree," she replied to his question.  "I fight monsters and help heal the wounds of our allies, but I'm less talented at making weapons, tactics and the like.  My name is Arathel."  She opened the door to let him inside.  "Otis is down in the basement.  After the events at Simon's Bull, he's very concerned."  Her own smile flickered to exacerbate the worries of their mutual friend.