Pylia opened her mouth for a moment, but then closed it to think about something. "The Arisen, that's usually a title given to the likes of those who come from nothing, and rise to greatness. People like commoners who end up kings. I mean... Not that I don't think you're certainly a capable girl. You did help me out after all. If you didn't help save my old house, I would've had to creep to town at night, and possibly killed by undead. So as far as humble beginnings go... You could be an Arisen." Closing her eyes Pylia tried to think of something else. Trying to remember something important. "That being said, every Arisen has defeated some great threat to the land to really earn their title. If you really are one, what are you suppose to slay? The lands have always been a bit dangerous, what with undead and banditry, but nothing off the top of my head would make me think of anything disastrous."