<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>No answer, but that wasn't all that common.  Miranda was used to being ignored in various ways.  All too often she'd given warnings, displayed understanding and told people what they needed to know, but rarely with anyone actually listening.<br/><br/>Black goblins were attacking.  Miranda knew full well that they weren't shadow goblins, since the world was doomed if<em>they</em>started giving their power to lowly, evil monsters.  Goblins, however, were bad enough by themselves for the peasantry.<br/><br/>Running, she did her best to find the way on her own, seeking out the spider farm.  Perhaps<em>they</em>would help guide her a bit, or maybe she'll be able to find some tracks from the girl.  Either way, Miranda knew better than to stand around talking when evil was afoot.<br/><br/>She pulled the crossbow from the hook on her backpack, then fished for a bolt from her belt pouch.  No doubt she'd be able to hit one with a crossbow long before managing an eldritch blast.