Isabella rose a slender brow as she slipped the dagger which lay in her fingers seamlessly back into its resting place. She looked the woman over for a moment as she pulled the hood of her mantle back, her face as cold as the winters snow, void of any other expression at the mention of the word kidnapper. She drew a long perturbed breath through her thin nostrils before letting it out in a slight huff. 

	"You are a big mouth," she said in a flat voice as she stepped closer. "I am no kidnapper but I am searching for one. So why don't you sit down and tell me what you know and we can avoid any more conflicts such as the one that you just witnessed," she said as she sat down on a barstool. Her back was straight as she sat there, her long white hair falling down around and framing her features as she crossed one slender leg over the other and rested her hands in her lap.