Shiara took the new opposition in stride, though inside she trembled.  The woman looked dangerous, and the scent of violence clung to her.  "I am more than just an herbalist," she said.  "I am a bone woman, a mage that deals in spirits and the dead."  She considered mentioning the vision she'd had, but the personal nature of a journeyman's quest made her decide to omit it.  "Rumors of unquiet dead have reached even the southern shores, and I seek their source.  It's more than a matter of corpses alone."  She looked from the newcomer to the older man.  "If his spirit is not at rest, I can speak with it.  If you give me a few minutes, I can tell you the state of his bones, without needing to dig them up.  I know ways to keep the dead at bay, and how to lay them to rest if they have been raised.  In short, this is as much my business as yours."