[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Isabella[/color][/h1][/b]

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Isabella sighed softly when Briss took his hand back, glancing over as others joined them, frowning over the talk about the slave, Reek. Isabella had a problem with those that thought they could own others, but she wasn't going to say anything. She crossed her arms over her chest, perhaps a protective motion, but Isabella found she didn't care. With her swords, and stance she was sure it made her look...almost deadly. And that, oddly, pleased her. She watched the others, sliding slightly close to Briss, enjoying his company. 

She studied them all, payign more attention to the mages then anyone else, curious about them, and wanting to know more about them, wanting to find a way to help him. Sighing softly, she shifted, and glanced to Reek and his master. [color=coral]"Well, he seems like he'd be a valuble assest"[/color] She said, managing to keep her voice even, steady so it wouldn't sound like she disapproved with this situation. 

She did shift slightly, bringing her hands down to her side and laying a hand on one of her blades, not seeming to be aware of doing so, [color=coral]"however, I will not be stealing something for you, i cannot speak for the others, but...I don't steal"[/color] She said, once more keeping her voice level.