Jaethal does not seem pleased. She looks upon the old woman's pale and wrinkled face, barely concealing her di

Jaethal does not seem pleased. She looks upon the old woman's pale and wrinkled face, barely concealing her disgust. "You may call me Jaethal. You guessed correctly – we serve the same goddess. In case you are unaware, a servant of Pharasma is chasing you. We could help you... but first I would know who you are, and how you might prove yourself useful."