Isabeau merely opened her mouth to respond to the hin. Unfortunately she wasn't able to get anything other than the word [color=darkcyan]"Smithy"[/color] out before she was bombarded by two strangers. 

The first to approach her was a young man, dark eyes, dark hair... she couldn't see much more through the anger that was slowly disolving.

"I've been sent here to watch you, and perhaps help you!"

She rolled her shoulders back slowly as the man proceeded to ask what they were going to do. In all honesty, she couldn't much be bothered with the boy or with his questions. She loosed a breath and as she was about to answer,  another pair of footsteps came prodding up.

This one wore a guards uniform, had a bit more tact, but also mentioned something about the captain of the guard giving him orders.

She glanced back at Tirarrian and suddenly chuckled. [Color=darkcyan]"It seems we have attracted the guards attention"[/color], she smirked then returned her attention to the two men. 

[Color=darkcyan]"I'm no one of importance,  and certainly not the leader of this ... rabble. So you wouldn't be at my command. I'm headed to the smithy to sharpen up my weapons and then the group of us should be heading up the mountain.  Join if you like ... or if you must, it makes no difference to me. Just don't get in my way. I'm sure the others can fill you in on the rest. We leave soon, so be ready."[/color]

And just like that, she was on her way once more, the weight of anger a little less on her shoulders,  and even less as she continued on. 

[@Letter Bee] [@Jon Y] [@The Fated Fallen]