[@Tuxedo Fox][@The Kraken][@Pundii]

As the battle came to a close and the numbers of the abominations thinned, Clara stepped forward from her steadfast position and began to advance. Admittedly, shambling miners didn't scratch up to desperate apostates and disciplined maleficar, but she made sure to be cautious none-the-less - it'd be far too embarrassing to have to ask for healing for her pickaxe wound. The advance itself was fairly simple but no-nonsense - shield high and angled to redirect oncoming attacks rather than brunt them with quick, efficient strikes with sword, having no need to employ advanced techniques when they can barely shamble a parry - with mining equipment, no less. 

At the conclusion of the battle, Clara made a note of pacing around the dead to ensure each one was dead through one means or another. She was unfamiliar with this breed of abomination and elected to take no risks, lest they rise to take the party on from the rear. Once she was content, ignoring the conversation going on meanwhile, she knelt down beside one of the corpses and after resting her sword beside her, examined the corpse with the aid of her now free hand. It wasn't difficult to figure out the gist of what was happening: an earthy red with something of the like of rocks mixed with the complexion, on miners, plus the presence of red lyrium.
[color=00aeef]"The lyrium did this."[/color] she concluded, albeit quietly and to herself on the grounds that the rest of the party had probably figured that out as well. Whilst she hadn't determined the nature of the beast she at least had somewhere to start and for her that was good enough. She took her sword back in hand and stood, where she then moved to follow behind the armored dwarf who led the party further into the tunnels.

Throughout the journey inwards and the dwarves loud storytelling, Clara remained silent. It was less a matter of she was thinking or mulling something over but more that she couldn't think of anything to input - besides, Flint seemed to happy talking.. largely to himself? 
[b]"Oh if only we could use magic..."[/b] came Flint, to which Clara snapped her gaze at the sturdy wooden door. She got the impression there was a magic barrier and that she had best purge the spell but when she caught on, she returned to her passiveness.