The halfing seethed at Ragsy's address and momentarily seemed to forget her erstwhile humility.<br/><br/>"I have been lifted above such paltry things as earthly titles..." she began, before looking around and suddenly realising once again how thin was the patience of her present company.<br/><br/>"Fine," she muttered. "My name is Tabitha Fallowfield. And I've no greater dislike of the undead than of any other entity which threatens my life. I've been in solitude for many years...how many, I could not say, but I was eight when I entered the cave where I've resided all this time."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Perception - Ragsy: 17, Leigh: 18"</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-10-13 16:16:06, Ragsy (uid: 26997) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125431)<br/>At 2018-10-13 16:18:35, Leigh (uid: 26997) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=125432)</div></div><br/><br/><em>Having encountered halflings before, Ragsy can make a good estimate that Tabitha is in her late 20s. Leigh independently makes a similar assessment. Mirish has turned her attention to making a camp. You are in open countryside in clement weather, so no roll is required for this task.</em><br/><br/>"In this cave," Tabitha continued, "I was reached by a patron from beyond the known realms. It has no name. It is not a god, of the sort to whom you pray and who offers guidance. Yet, this last week, he gave me a message in words for the first time. I don't completely understand what it means yet. He said:<em>Brenmarsh in Vathymia. The Silken Key.</em>"<br/><br/>Tabitha sighed, obviously reluctant to admit that she was as lost as she really was.<br/><br/>"I you are willing to believe me, know that I am not keeping anything from you out of reticence. I have told you all I know. Any other answers you seek are likely the same I seek for myself."