Miri let out a breath, having mostly stayed silent until now, ruminating to herself. "I'd rather avoid conflict, if at all possible. If it's ghosts, instead...I could be of some use putting them to rest. I'd rather do that than take a life." There's a moment's pause, then, "I was a priestess before being imprisoned. A healer."

The strange, blue woman's voice seems tired, weary from travel. Her well-fed figure (or rather, the fact that she still had [i]some[/i] meat on her bones) implied she either hadn't been in prison too terribly long, or she must have been some kind of prized pig of a nobleman's wife before--likely the former. But then again, magic can do all sorts of strange things.