It wasn't too long after Isabeau stepped out of the apothecary did she feel someone's eyes upon her again. She wasn't sure who or what but hadn't the energy or even care at this point to investigate. 

She found the blacksmith, and upon doing so, had managed to gain more attention than she had anticipated. There was Robert, and two new companions. A soft sigh escaped her as she reached a hand to brush her hair back. Questions upon questions and all she wanted was some god damned food! First to approach her was a young man. He was an odd looking fellow, beyond the piercing blue eyes matted against the messy dark hair, there was an odd marking of sorts on his forehead. So enthusiastic, so full of energy ... think of it as a non morning person being greated by that bubbly, energetic personality even before their morning coffee ... she wanted to hit him. And to make matters even worse, he seemed to think that she was having 'fun'. 

There is always a sense of thrill and excitement that surges through her during a battle, but she would say, with complete certainty, that none of what she had experienced since she came to the island, was fun!

She grumbled quietly not even sure how to respond to him, luckily for her, she wasn't even granted the time to respond. Robert had quickly joined the two in conversation. She didn't know what to make of it or where to hurl her fist ... first he tells her how horrible she looked then hands her whiskey, which of course, under normal cercumstances, she wouldn't normally turn now. Unfortunately, it was not what she needed most at the moment. She was furious ... she hadn't slept, nor ate and had seen Robert just the evening before ... [color=darkcyan]"Unfortunately, not everyone was as lucky as you to get a good nights sleep or some food in their stomach."[/color]. How lovely it must have been for him, to leave the group so freely, thinking only of himself after the flames, that had nearly engulfed the town completely, certainly took down the tavern they were all fighting in. To go ahead and get some sleep and the food, oh how the food must have been amazing. Her face continued to turn all shades of red as her fury came to it's boiling point. 

And last, but not least, was the halfling that approached them, who Robert had introduced as a 'Hobbit' whatever that was ... [color=darkcyan][i]If it weren't for that sword of his, I'd flip him over in less than two shakes and see how empty that head of his truly is[/i][/color] she grumbled quietly but dipped her head to the two after Robert introduced them.

[color=darkcyan]"If someone could please show me to where the nearest tavern is, all that I really need right now is a meal and about a day's worth of sleep."[/color] She bit her tongue, not wanting to upset anyone else by letting them know just how ridiculous they were. She had made up her mind that instant, the halfling seemed to be the only one worth her time. [color=darkcyan][i]Pfft ... I wonder if he would have fun nearly dying to a demon the size of a house, who managed to nearly destroy half the town ... and then have it go and commit suicide on you ... what a coward[/i][/color]. 

[color=darkcyan]"Oh! and Tirarrian is in the apothecary, helping with those who were injured due to the ... you know, giant demon thing that we were all fighting only oooh, some hours ago ... There were a lot of people injured, I suppose it did more damage than we all thought. [/color] She glanced at Siegfried and continued [color=darkcyan] She would have the answers you seek, my apologies, I am just too tired to go over it all. So ... that tavern?[/color] she glanced over them all, hoping there was one nearby.

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