[h3]Artemisia de Chauret[/h3]

If they could read each other’s minds, Artemisia would find a comrade in the way Locke thought. Although her studies were sometimes considered less than scrupulous, she shied away from unnecessary bloodshed. In fact, it was the very reason that she had decided to put up a nice shield wall instead of expending her remaining energy on flinging spells, which, in hindsight, would have been rather effective in the confined space they were in earlier. 

With a nice big shield, and a sturdy horse to carry her right to the southern gate, Artemisia was probably one of the better candidates to lead the charge to freedom from these godforsaken ruins. But her pragmatic sense of self-preservation meant that sticking with the group and taking a conservative position was the far better option at this point, even if she had been impatient enough to charge out in earlier instances. It would be stupid if she got smote at the final stretch. 

So… she just bumbled slowly towards the gate with the rest of them.