"I am," she admitted readily. "While I am unfortunately accustomed to being flung into someone else's problems, I like to be as informed as possible. So any help would be greatly appreciated."

Though where to begin, she wasn't entirely certain. Falon had left plenty of things to uncover, despite his best attempts at the moment. Asking about the reported deaths seemed like beating a weeks-dead gurn carcass at this point. Though part of her wondered if Ophelia was simply too afraid to answer since she let slip she was an inquisitor. "I was inquiring on the increased guard and was about to ask Ophelia about the 'crystal of fire' when we arrived." Quickly, she added, "To my knowledge, when you start hearing the red speaking to you..."

Bad shit happens.