[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    watched as Ophelia began to move away from the Darkbeast and he followed in kind, so that when she eventually turned to seek him, he was only a meter or so behind and to her left. He’d been watching the Lightbeast as she’d interacted with it and he had a faint frown creasing his brow, though it faded after a moment as he gave a slight shrug. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Certainly…and if you lent a hand, Torquil, it’d likely go twice as fast,”[/b][/color] the last he added as he glanced in the armored man’s direction. After a moment he glanced back to the Lightbeast and approached it at a measured pace, his discerning gaze vigilantly remaining focused on the beast.

It did not seem hostile, but even a beast could have animal cunning. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Gerlinde, in case it’s an act, I want you ready to strike it at,”[/b][/color] he said, giving her a glance before he took a knee beside one of its staked hands. Farren looked it over for a moment, trying to ascertain whether it was mostly in the ground or mostly exposed to open air. It only took him a brief moment before he went about loosening the chain, though he couldn’t easily maneuver it with the beast’s bulk in the way and its hands still bound to the ground by the stake. Once there was enough slack, Farren repositioned himself, nodded and warped both hands around the handle. Wrenching upwards with slowly increasing strength, Farren only used as much as he needed to in order to pull the blade of the stake out of the creature’s impaled hands.

He’d still stumble back and away a bit when the blade came out, ending up with the stake in one hand, the chain trailing back to the wrists of the Lightbeast, which he regarded with wary, discerning eyes.