<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><br/>The half-orc poured a measure of brew into her canteen cup and pushed it toward the halfling. Grimacing slightly, Mirish lifted the ladel she had been using to stir the infusion to her lips and took a long, slow draw of the dark liquid.<br/><br/>"It's hot," she warned, "but still good."<br/><br/>She took another sip, while regarding the strange<em>nugget</em>with eyes that seemed to sparkle in the firelight. Questions, doubts and simple irritation fought for attention, her own lack of understanding first and foremost.<br/><br/>"I won't pretend that I understand any of this," the monk said after a long pause, "But those dead-things didn't just happen to be in the very field in which your were<em>communing</em>by chance... and that makes you<em>significant</em>somehow. So, yes, Tabitha, for a time at least, I shall walk this path with you, though I do not yet know my own destination."<br/><br/>Mirish finished the last mouthful of brew and then, casually, waved the ladel in the flames before returning it to the pot. She knew the priest wanted to sleep on his decision, but wondered what the other two would make of the halfling's assumptions.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">History: 5</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Mirish rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: History<br/>Result: 5, <br/>Total: 5</div></div><br/>