[color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color]

Isla stayed silent as the sounds of the approaching village came closer and closer, including the sound of a carriage seeming to have one wheel smaller than the other. The clomping of the horse became silent although the smell became stronger as they stopped, and Isla listened as an older man began to talk about goods that he was selling on his cart. She could feel more than one pair of eyes looking at her and Lance, though if she was correct, the second person was hiding or simply staying silent. 

The exchange between Lance and the old man was... interesting. Neither one seemed to leave the conversation very happy and Ilsa simply stood back while the cart continued on its journey. 

[color=#00fa9a] "I suppose it's to the tavern then..." [/color]Isla said, a closed lip smile on her mostly hidden face. She could easily find the tavern in most towns by just smelling for the yeast of the homebrew, though it was just as easy to let Lance lead for now. 

[color=#00fa9a] "So, what exactly DO you plan on doing or saying to your black flame friend?"[/color] Isla murmured as bodies began passing by the two. A thousand thoughts would enter her mind and she would smell each person that brushed by her. She could tell what they had for breakfast; she could sometimes tell what they were thinking by their nervous tics or their sweat. The sounds of people's voices also revealed more than just their words but also their emotions. Whenever she had first become blind, towns like this were overwhelming. Now, she had become master of focus, while taking it all in at the same time.