Isabeau had removed her rod from its resting place on her waist when she heard the sounds of fiends, or at least the sounds of conflict. Fighting in such a holy place as this seemed rather offensive, but she had already been insulted - in rather vulgar terms no less - so this was just another indictment to add to the list. Her eyes spotted a Flan but before she could do anything about it, some other figure ran ahead of her, jumped, and did some kind of slashing motion. Who [i]were[/i] these people and why were they here? They seemed like more than simple tourists, most tourists don't just shrug off fiend attacks like they were just a mild inconvenience. 

"Thunder," Isabeau softly said, her voice disappointed that the target of her magical attack, the Flan, was already defeated."You ruined my moment!" She called to the man who had effortlessly dispatched the Flan, but he, the red head, the first girl, and a new guy had already run ahead, leaving her behind yet again. "STOP RUNNING AWAY!" 

With a scowl on her face, Isabeau stomped off after the others, mumbling her annoyance and dissatisfaction with the current position of being left behind. "Sure, chase after the pretty girl, ignore the beautiful one who is clearly newly arrived and slightly confused," Isabeau speaks to herself as she follows towards the Chamber of Fayth, "Go ahead, leave the stranger behind, it's not like there are FIENDS IN THE TEMPLE OR ANYTHING. AND WHY IS THERE SNOW ON THE GROUND?" 

Her shouting voice could be heard as she entered the Chamber of Fayth with the others. 

"Thanks for leaving me behind, JERKS!" She shouted, not yet processing the overall mood of the Chamber.