Isidora entered the prison reluctantly. Long, tangled, black hair obscured her dirty face. Her clothes were in tatters around her, a result of her struggling against the guards when they took her here. She fidgeted with the manacles around her body as she was pulled along by the rest of the captives. Once inside the gate, she stared disgust at the display in front of her. Men and women in dirty clothes and chains howling and cheering as more people are brought into their flock. The cheering only increases when she is told to strip down and change in front of the crowd.

Unable to hide the look of disgust that passed her eyes, she used her dark hair to hide herself as best as she could while she changed. She did so quickly. Her eyes darted around the crowd, menacingly. Some averted their gaze when they met her wild, green eyes. Others only watched her closer after glimpsed her dark and violent personality.

Inwardly, she laments the loss of her familiar. Without it, she would have no way of recovering her magic power after she had spent what she had stored.