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As Isa bent over to feed some of her scraps to the wolf pup that was bounding around the room, she felt an unfamiliar prod at her consciousness.  Then she felt it again, and again, and several more times until it was a constant knocking.  While it wasn't making any attempt to break into her mind, it was certainly something strange.  She figured that making some small talk with the canine in front of her would help.  She bent over a little further and put out her hand for... him to sniff, then began to scratch his neck with her left hand.  [color=AF3131]"You're a cute little guy, how'd you get here?"[/color] she asked, hand absentmindedly delivering what were highly sought after scritches to wherever she could reach at the moment.  [color=AF3131]"I'm Isa, is that your friend over there?"[/color]  She gestured in Rathe's direction, looking away from the pup briefly to take a slightly-too-long glance at the mountain of a man.  In her view, she also caught a courier that had probably been standing there for too long with a box in her hand.

The Widow quickly sat up and straightened her skirt, trying to at least somewhat redeem herself in the eyes of this delivery girl that apparently had a package for her.  She accepted it with a graceful nod and placed it on the table in front of her.  Within this box could be any random item, from a fork to a live animal, and what the answer was... well, that was anyone's guess.  Curiosity begging to be sated, Isadora gripped the purple bow with two dexterous fingers and pulled, slowly undoing it.  In a short moment it came loose, and her hands went to the box proper, lifting the lid.  What greeted her was a severed hand on top of a number of wood shavings.  The initial disgust was quickly exchanged for scientific curiosity, and she picked up the hand.  On closer examination, it bore the symbol of the local Queen on the back of it, burned into the skin with a branding iron.  The question was if it had been done post mortem or not.  Not that it mattered, but it was a question.

The zoologist soon noticed a piece of parchment within the box, and set the appendage aside to focus on that item.  Upon picking it up, she read the test upon it to herself, fingers tapping on the table idly.

[center][i]Greetings

I am very uncertain as to what exactly you did to my toy, but I would very much like to speak with you about your methods. It was certainly well done and I wish to know more about how my toy was broken. That being said, I invite you to a ball I am hosting tomorrow. It is of course formal wear and feel free to arrive with your healer friend. Please accept a gift of formal wear of your choosing from a tailor. 

I look forward to speaking with you, 

Heketah Queen of Hyall[/i][/center]
Well, it seemed a Queen had taken a personal interest in Isadora for the man that she had mentally murdered.  By the looks of it, she had finished the job quite thoroughly and wanted to speak with her.  She then looked up from the letter to find the huge man with one as well, and decided that now would be a good time to approach.  She rose from the table with a certain grace that demanded attention, her walk emphasized by her hips jutting back and forth.  The Widow was absolutely fishing for his attention, and made it more obvious as she got close.  Her arms crossed under her bust as she stopped in front of the winged man, weight shifting to her left leg.  [color=AF3131]"Looks like Heketah's after you too.  I know a nice tailor down the street, care to join me?"[/color]  She asked, sizing him up as the pup scampered around the room.