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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Isabella's expression was as neutral as it ever was outwardly, turning to face the slave, and now that she wasn't so terrified that she was being looked at by a bunch of people Isabella could finally get a good look at the slave.

And she was not happy.

Isabella found herself frowning unconsciously. The girl was barely wearing more than a rectangle of cloth with a hole through the head. She hadn't been paying too much attention earlier but now that she was almost alone with the girl, save for the sword and Gracie, it was difficult to ignore. She almost wanted to say something to this lord herself - but that would only both get the girl and her and more trouble. For a second, Isabella closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

[color=ed145b]"...I will go."[/color] Isabella spoke quietly in response after a few moments of silence, but said nothing else other than give the slave a pat on the head before turning to Gracie. [color=ed145b]"Gracie..."[/color] She couldn't very well wear this armor to a feast, even if it had been tailored for her. [color=ed145b]"...Dress."[/color] She honestly didn't want to go - but she wanted to at least see who this lord was to treat another human being like this. It made her feel sick...she just wished there was more she could do about it, but as she was, she couldn't do anything.

...so weak.