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

Ophelia's investigation presented a couple of bits of useful information and she relayed those with her usual excitedness to the group while she went about the grisly work of poking and prodding the corpses as though she were doing something as benign as tending a garden.

"Mmm... bladed weapon, very broad... wielded with colossal strength... reminds me of Skinner, somewhat. Knights have been dead for longer than we've been alive, I'd guess. Everything else is fresh, though, and something down here is hungry... I think we've quite the fight on our hands. Torquil, dear, I want you to stick with Farren, and put that strength to work when there's an opportunity--you can let him know when, Farren, mm? Gerlinde... unrelenting assault is your forte, and I see no reason to deviate now." Ophelia opined, though her tone was one of suggesting more than demanding--she was curious what the others might make of the situation, and what insights they might have into the fight. She, of course, would dash around the battlefield and observe to make use of her consistent and powerful ranged abilities while learning what their foe could do. The memory of Dietrich's fight had inspired her somewhat, on that front--he seemed to know what enemies were capable of and leverage their points of greatest weakness against them. If it was a sound enough strategy for the former First Hunter, Ophelia saw no reason to not do the same... and it had [i]mostly[/i] worked with Paarl.