<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>"Impressive power, Priest," Mirish told Mac Lochlainn, her tone almost grudging. "That would've gone a lot harder without you."<br/><br/>The half-orc listened to the discussion, unsure whether she was more irritated by the halfling's reticence or the farmer's easy bigotry. She glanced at their odd little group, reassessing her opinion based on their recent performance. They seemed able enough and, for the moment, their goals aligned. It would be the first time Mirish had relied on others since she left the monestry, and that seemed somehow auspicious.<br/><br/>"I agree," she grumbled. "going somewhere more private is sensible. And perhaps, during the journey, our new friend can consider that the true measure of learning is the ability to explain one's knowledge in terms simple enough for even non-experts to understand."<br/><br/>She turned her attention to the farmer, regarding Redford with a sullen expression. The monk didn't expect much from either the farmer or his son, but she had no intention of cleaning up this particular mess.<br/><br/>"Burn what remains!" she barked, gesturing at the fallen undead.<br/>