Tiriel

After her second arrow passes harmlessly through another skeleton's armor and bones Tiriel puts down her bow in frustration.
"Damn it! See, this is why I hate dead things: they don't fight fair, they don't feel pain, and they're the most brainless bunch you'll ever met!"
Tiriel shouts as she stomps away from the windows looking for a LARGE piece of wood to throw at the advancing skeletons.

::Instead of attacking for a third round Tiriel plans on locating the largest piece of wood that she can carry - be it a bench, a table, etc. - that will still fit through one of the windows.::