<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7c29525a6544f8e21f81fedc988a141a/tumblr_oggp33Tmy51r3m39wo1_1280.png)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mirish Penumbra</strong></span></span></div>Mirish suppressed a growl and quickly turned to leave, before she said, (or worse did) something she might later regret. The half-orc pulled open the door, glancing over her shoulder just before stepping out into the sunlight.<br/><br/>"Please excuse me," Mirish muttered, her tone still surly.<br/><br/>Only once she had closed the door behind her, did the monk give voice to her frustration. It was unbelievable, a bloody halfling, was there any race less capable of provoking the kind of fear she had witnessed? Mirish supposed a gnome could be slightly less intimidating, were it not for those stupid, furry feet! And what the hell was going on with the son/scarecrow?<br/><br/>"Stupid, thrice-cursed sons of runt-herders!" she hissed, chewing each Orcish word and enjoying their simple efficiency.<br/><br/>Then, with her inner turmoil balanced again, the young woman jogged slowly around the farmhouse and headed to where the remainder of her group were standing.<br/>