Entering his chambers, he looked around and observed the room. He suspected his room was just like the others which showed the generosity of the host. Walking across the room, he came to a wooden tub that was filled with steaming water. Just what he needed after a long journey.
 With a heavy sigh, he unslung his pack and placed it inside the beds trunk. After stripping out of his armour and attachments he dipped into the bath which was at the perfect temperature.

The maid soon came in with some dinner and drink, she remained stoic even though Ionathan was in the bath tub. She arranged the table while engaged in some small talk. After a rubbing some herbal paste around his body and hair then rinsing it out he left the bath and began drying himself with some towels before dressing in a long black dressing gown that came down to his feet.

He was just tucking in to some smoked fish when he heard a small tapping at the window. Assuming it was some heavy rain decided to go back to his fish, but the tapping noise persisted, setting his fork aside he walked towards the windows. It was almost pitch black, his bath may have taken longer than he anticipated. 
He opened the window and looked down. There was not an person to be found, he was about to close the windows when he turned his head to the right and found himself staring right into the eyes of Isabeau. He froze on the spot but realised that she hadn't attacked. He raised an eyebrow and decided to play it cool.

“If you’re here to kill me. Make it quick”

"Is that what she has told you then?" The rogue would have normally just let herself into his room, but considering she was the one under suspicion, she stayed her position, hoping he would invite her out of the rain. 

"I suppose I shouldn't sound so surprised, I had suspected as much. But no, I have no intentions of harming you." A spark of warmth lit her face as she offered him a genuine smile. "It is good to see you though, it has been a while."

It had been so long since she had seen the group of them from Waeldeshore. She had imagined most of them to be dead, and was quite happy to see that Ionathan at least had survived the brutal years. If she could somehow gain his trust, she knew the rest would soon fall into place.


With a sigh of and smile of relief he opened the window further to allow her in "It sure has been a while, hasn't it” he said giving her a hand into his room, quietly shutting the window behind her.

He closed the curtains and began to whisper, if someone did overhear what they might speak of, he could easily be branded a traitor himself.

“You should know that Genevieve has become quite hostile towards you, she calls you the witching, which I'm sure is not meant as a compliment and has gathered all these people for the soul purpose of hunting you down and retrieving the relic" 
He offered her a seat and looked at her with a knowing gaze “but I’m sure you knew that already”. 

Looking down, he remembered that he was still just in his bath robe, quickly sitting himself down to mitigate his embarrassment he moved the food across the table towards her, gesturing that she was free to share the smoked fish that was by this time growing cold.

“Anyway, I’m sure this wasn’t just a chance for a quick chat with an old companion, but before we go any further I must know, why did you steal the relic?”

She gracefully stepped into the room, lowering her hood once inside. She had aged, but not much. Her light green eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she moved towards the door. Pressing her ear to the dark wood, she listened carefully, for any movement on the other side. 

Satisfied, she turned to face Ionathan. "When I had returned with the lot from the mountain, Genevieve had sent me on another quest, one to find the third and final key. It took me many years, many dead ends ... I had come across a group of people that were more than willing to help me in my quest and in allowing their aid, I learned things. When I returned, I noticed a great change in Lady Genevieve."

She crossed the room and rested in a nearby chair. "I went to speak with her about my concerns, my findings, and the more we spoke, the more possessive and hostile she became. That was when I realized, it was the relic that was making her behave this way ... The greed, the desire. She went to kill Jeltheor not out of some righteous rage, but out of greed. She wanted his power, and any information he had on the last key. That is why I stole it. I had hoped that her greed would subside, and when it didn't, I had to hide it. I knew it was only a matter of time before should would come out this way. But I had to do something until could figure out how to destroy it"


Ionathan rubbed his forehead with hand "you've put me in a very difficult position, if what you say is true were does that leave -” 

"Come to Sakaala's room. Bring your student. Remain calm. I need your help."

Getting up slowly he walked towards the trunk and rummaged around for some casual clothes 
“I’m sorry to cut this short, but I just got a message from Regina, she wants to meet me. You wouldn’t mind turning around, would you?”

Turning his back to Isabeau he stated to put on a green tunic and brown trousers “Regina still got a soft spot for you, she took the news about you turning traitor by slamming her fist against the wall”
Putting on some thick cotton socks he made his way towards Isabeau and gave her a warm smile “one last bit of advice for you, don’t engage Regina in combat, she will use everything in her power to bring you down”.  He walked over to the door “Stay safe old friend.”

 Opening the door just enough to get through he left Isabeau in his room. He wondered if he would next see her on the field of combat. He went to Emil's door and gave it a rap with his knuckles.

“Apologies for the intrusion, but Regina requests you presence in Sakaala's room, you can come with me if you like?”

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