[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia had grown accustomed enough to Farren to know that he was deeply unhappy with the arrangement of things, and thought perhaps that she had potentially... not misspoken, for obtaining the Chalice here in Cainhurst was of a higher priority than even her relationship with her fellows, but something like that. She made a mental note to apologise to him after they left this place, not meaning to deny him his prize but equally unwilling to risk offending this imperious monarch who might know much about her own past, her parents. Papa. Perhaps even Mama, though she found the memories containing the answer fuzzy at best and did not trust what she might glean from them. At least, the Chalice was immediately able to be resolved.

"Very well, Your Majesty. As I said before, one of my reasons for coming here is that a Chalice is here somewhere. If it pleases you, might we borrow it? Once our communion is done and its purpose fulfilled, I would be happy to return it here--or to keep it, as Your Majesty wishes. Forgive my lack of courtly manners, but if you consider the information we've brought tribute enough that is that, though I would also be happy to provide you leal service to obtain the relic I seek?" Ophelia spoke, still kneeling and still not looking up at the Queen. Though her language was refined and her manner could be considered relatively genteel, Ophelia was no noble at heart--she was a witch, down in the muck with the people like Farren and Torquil, used to viscera and death. She truly did not know how to speak to one such as the Queen, though she did not feel the same compunctions about displays of deference that Farren did--it was simply an accessory, a tool, a rune. A thing to help her accomplish her goals--and in service of her goals, she would do [i]almost anything[/i].