<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>The monk was confused and, for the time being at least, that was enough to push her irritation into the background. Perhaps the son would be less vague? Surely there was more to this than a stationary halfling? Mirish shook her head and let out a deep, rumbling sigh.<br/><br/>"What is happening here?" she asked the man on the rocking chair. "Your father spoke of necromancy and that is not an accusation to invoke lightly."<br/><br/>The half-orc kept her voice level and forced herself to adopt an equally relaxed stance. There was already enough prejudice in the tiny farmhouse and she had no desire to add another race to the old man's list of terrifying non-humans.<br/>