In a rage, Isabeau ran right through ... whatever was in her way really, she didn't quite take the time to realize what she was plummeting through. Tunnel vision had gotten the best of her, especially when at the end of that tunnel was the cause of all of this. She finally stopped, once infront of the tavern. It looked like an end of the world advertisement! Swords clashed here and there, guards were off fighting skeletons. She blinked a few times ... [color=darkcyan][i]is that a dwarf fighting a ... what is that?![/i][/color]

She stared wide eyed for a moment or two at the dwarf and his foe, her attention swiftly yanked back to the battle infront of her as she was nearly sideswiped out of the way. She growled lowly at the combatants, an instinctive and defensive growl that probably couldn't be heard over the chaos of battle, but she growled non the less. 

He focus finally returned, both hands grasped her axe fiercefully as she crept inside the dilapidated tavern. Flames still danced here and there, but for the most part, the explosive had done its job. Nearly everything was covered with a blue powder, and as she entered, she nearly choked on all the soot and smoke that still inhabited the large room. It's like she had walked into a nightmare, and what scared her the most was she had no idea what to expect next. 

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