<strong>Arathel, Female Form, Otis' Farmhouse</strong><br/><br/>Not long after Micheal's loud introduction to the farmhouse, the soft clacking of heels came from one of the rooms, and Arathel stepped out to check on the pair.  Currently in female form, she wore a dress, purse and heels which were all immaculately white, but were decently dry enough to keep from showing off her body.  It never truly seemed to be clear why Arathel shifted genders, but the outfits always matched the sex.<br/><br/>Giving a polite nod to Micheal in greeting, checking him over for wounds but not wanting to interrupt, she followed inside to take a seat at the table with them.  Although she didn't seem to drink herself, she held no judgment for those who chose to do so.  Her thoughts were private, but the curiosity on her face showed through well enough.  She hoped that Otis would have a number of answers, and that a plan could easily be formed.  Enough innocent blood had been spilled as to warrant assurances that such things would not readily happen again.