<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 pleased with the idea of leaving this area. She didn't really understand what had happened, or what part the halfling had played, but hopefully they would be able to find answers to all these questions. The farmer's reaction to such an unimposing figure still stuck the half-orc as bizarre, but then again, much of how others behaved seemed illogical at best.<br/><br/>"Mirish," she announced, banging a fist against her chest. "We seem to be walking the same path, and I would hear what the lady has to say."<br/><br/>Without waiting for a response, the half-orc adjusted her pack and, spear in hand, began walking off in the direction the hooded man had indicated. After a few steps, however, she turned and addressed the halfling directly.<br/><br/>"I have spent time in the mountains to the north," the monk admitted, "on the border between Kotia and Grimsor."