<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:34/34<strong>Phantom</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness<strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br/><strong>AC</strong>:12<strong>Initiative</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Ophelia smiled sheepishly at Fargold's accepting response. She had her fair share of doubts coming out all this way, but she was happy if he believed she could genuinely be of help. She was surprised so see Amalea bow her head to her, the young woman blushing and fumbling to recreate the gesture in kind, "Oh no, I'm the one honored to work alongside a...uh...Legend..." she said, realizing partway through that just saying the girl's name would come off as high flattery, perhaps the very reason her family took it? Hearing the girl's praise for her family line, Ophelia felt a heavy swell of pride in the back of her skull, though the emotion wasn't her own,<em>"this one is wise"</em>the phantom cooed across the wrinkles of her brain,<em>"I imagined you'd say that"</em>she replied back in her thoughts.<br/><br/>As the others finished their introductions and began deliberating and deducing possible leads and solutions to this perplexing problem, Ophelia fell further into silence, realizing just how out of her depth she was. The life of a well cared for noble meant she had been given quality tutoring in a variety of subjects, and she knew enough to at least follow along with what everyone was saying, at the very least in terms of terminology. However it was apparent just how much more knowledgeable these men and women were. They had the kind of wit and intuition formed by experience, the kind of know how one could only acquire through action and adventure, not by stowing away in a dusty study. These were subjects they dealt with as a matter of life and death, not as mere fancy or hobby. The more they spoke, the less she could follow, and the longer it went the more aware she was of just how little she contributing. Her own silence starting to grow deafening in her ears, the princess shrinking back in her chair anxiously, managing to keep a neutral face to hide her racing mind, but just barely.<br/><br/>Then the silence was pierced by the sound of her name being called, though not in any way comforting, "Excuse me!?" Ophelia exclaimed, standing up so quickly from her chair that it tipped over onto the floor, looking quite aghast that the dwarf would so suddenly and casually fling such a grim accusation at her, "I would certainly hope that was some kind of dwarven humor. I can assure you I soundly lack the talent or the will for such a horrific plot as this" she refuted, obviously going to deny such accusations regardless of whether she was the mastermind or not. Watching the wall Rat would see the phantom shadow clench it's fists in anger, a menacing aura resonating off of it. Even though the silhouette obviously lacked a face, the dwarf could feel a burning glare coming from it never the less.