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

"No, dear, I never had the chance. Emissaries came from here to meet the Witches, not the other way around. I confess I had wild fantasies of following them back, sometimes, but I was never healthy enough to seriously consider the attempt. I could lead us to the place I saw here in the Memory of Stars, though, if you like? Where Naira found that poor scavenger..." Ophelia replied softly, much more relaxed and confident now that she'd returned to the Guidance rune. 

"How did your new weapons feel? A far cry from when we had to fight that beastman with children's toys by comparison, I'm sure. I haven't gotten to actually use my blade yet, and... I find myself oddly eager to. Danger without the stench of fear is... oddly exhilarating, isn't it?" Ophelia mused as she led them south to where she'd seen the vision. She surveyed her surroundings with exacting detail, looking close for any of the little Guidance sprites that flitted about or anything that seemed out of place. Farren and Torquil emitted their usual amount, and Gerlinde was much more abuzz with them--which all made sense.