<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>On her best behaviour, Mirish chose to ignore the furtive glances and grumbles of disapproval. However, mention of 'necromancy' wasn't something the half-orc could quite so easily dismiss. The local's superstitious reaction to even the mention of necromancy didn't come as a surprise, they were simple folk who reacted with instinctive fear to anything outside their experience.<br/><br/>She cast a speculative eye over the farmer, which was enough to convince her the man believed his claims. What wasn't at all clear was whether they had any basis in reality. It wouldn't be the first time some wandering soul had been mistaken for a dark mage. Immediately abandoning any thought of provisioning, Mirish planted one foot solidly against the wooden floor and allowed her momentum to swing her back around and toward the rapidly closing door.<br/><br/>"My mistake," she growled, to no-one in particular.<br/><br/>Once outside, the monk deliberately slowed her step, allowing the small party to overhaul her as they approached the eastern gate.<br/><br/>"I will accompany you, Redford," she explained by way of introduction. "More bodies will help you and your son."