<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>As was her custom, the half-orc remained quiet while she worked. But Mirish listened, measuring each statement and trying to get a plan clear in her own head, before sharing with others. The halfling might be touched by Cyric, but that didn't necessarily mean she was wrong. Moreover, the monk had no explanation for the undead that had so suddenly appeared and, while the woman herself seemed harmless enough, it seemed likely there was some connection there.<br/><br/>The cleric's musings seemed logical, though Mirish scoffed at the thought of anyone naming their tavern a silken anything. But galavanting across the sea on the word of a clearly non-worldly halfling, really didn't sit well with the taciturn half-orc. Seeking guidance was definitely the sensible course, but the monk favoured less spiritual sources.<br/><br/>"Tollmouth has a library," she muttered, while unpacking an a-stand to place over the flickering campfire. "I would start there, gather knowledge to guide our actions."<br/><br/>Having said her piece, Mirish returned to her task, hanging the blackened kettle from its frame and preparing a brew. With nothing even approximating what the half-orc thought of as beer in this forsaken place, she was developing a taste for hot leaf infusions.<br/>