<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/>Despite her somewhat crestfallen appearance, Ophelia was listening closely to what the others were saying. When both Fargold and Amalea offered a hand she looked up at them with a sheepish smile, taking each of their hands with one of her own and letting them help pull her up to her feet, "Thanks" she said softly, giving Amalea's hand a gentle squeeze, before turning her attention to their captain, "I can't say for sure. To be honest...perhaps I simply don't know what I'm talking about, but I don't see how taking samples of the trees and what not would help our case at all. If the powers of the world all think each other the cause of this, and are on the verge of declaring war, then why would a few pieces of crystallized tree give them a change of heart?" she asked, wondering if she was just being ignorant or not, but it didn't really make sense to her, "I mean it is strange yes, but I don't see how you could convince someone that it was even remotely connected to the zombie plague, let alone proper evidence to warrant granting official aid. Even if we brought back an actual zombie that still wouldn't prove anything, we could have found it anywhere. It's beyond a stretch of the imagination to believe that the source of the invasion is some magic island out in the middle of the ocean. What could we even show them that couldn't be easily dismissed as unrelated? Or worse an attempt at subterfuge on our part?" she asked, shrinking in on herself as she spoke, not wanting to feel like she was the only one trying to shut down the plan, "well...like I said it's not like I'm an expert on these things, so I'm probably over thinking it, my apologies..." she murmured, releasing Amalea and Fargold's hands, only now realizing that she had been still holding them the entire time, "whatever the plan is, I suppose I should go prepare if we're going to touch down..." she said, turning and making her way below deck, almost fleeing, so that she could start to don her armor.