Her guess had been right - Without their master, the ghouls were positively uncoordinated now...Ready for the party to pick off, one at a time or in small groups! Delphine couldn't help but wonder what he'd been planning, with a literal *army* of the undead - Surely he must've had some larger goal?<br/><br/>Even as her claws ripped through twice-dead flesh - The lovely Eidolon staying close to her Master! - she had to wonder, uneasily, how *similar* they were. If Cedrik died, would she be like this, too? Dazed, without volition, shorn of something essential...?<br/><br/>She shook the thought off, pressing ahead! Delphine sniffed the air, her lissome form poised...There had to be<em>something</em>here. Something essential. She didn't know what it might be, but...She'd definitely be keeping an eye out for it!