Jonath Cailan:
Jonath *snrks* once, quietly. "Aye - we'd best be on the lookout for black cats and broomsticks, too." He thinks a moment, "An old woman, living alone in a goblin-infested forest, well, she's either ne'er been found by the goblins, has an agreement o' sorts with them, or has sufficiently scared them into leavin' her alone."
"We found her easy enough, so I suspec' the first ain't it. That leaves 50-50 odds on her bein' against our purpose here. I like those odds, but ..."
Jonath pauses for a moment, and tries to recall any local stories he might have heard about such a woman. (Knowledge (Local), Trained.)