She stood in silence,  merely observing them. The large beast of a man was the first to join them. For as much as he set her on edge, there was something familiar. Whether it was his quiet nature, which was quite abnormal for someone his size, the distance that he kept between himself and the group, or just his rough exterior,  she couldn't tell. Or maybe it was something else altogether,  unfortunately,  her curiosity would have to wait. 

Durin came trudging up the hill, with the elven woman from the apothecary right behind him. [Color=darkcyan][i] Lovely, just what we need. An Elven wench poking and prodding,  lecturing and ... just being in the way [/i][/color]. There was a look about her, one wouldn't doubt she could handle herself in battle, as much as Isabeau wouldn't have admitted it, she saw it just as anyone else. 

Durin quickly stepped up to inquire about their little meet and greet. Her nose wrinkled slightly with annoyance as Siegfried cut in front and answered with a loose interpretation and vague details. He was young, arrogant, and impetuous. Izzy was starting to wonder if staying with the group was still the smartest idea. She just wanted to shake him and yell about how precious life truly is. Her annoyance turned inward however, when she started questioning her own methods, her own reasons for living the last few years as she had. The isolation, the fear and distrust; what good has it all done. [color=darkcyan][i] It has kept me alive [/i][/color], her eyes hardened with the thought. 

She shifted to the halfling and the beast. Their interaction was odd and awkward, and Isabeau quickly checked her own pockets upon realizing how close Regina had come when making her way to the giant. 

It wasn't long before she spotted Robert making his way towards them. Her gaze fixed in his direction, she hoped Tirarrian wasn't that far behind. 

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