The guard nodded, then let off a small shrug.  [b]"She enjoys it, miss.  Not the most useful skill, but it at least cheers her father up a bit."[/b]  It was difficult to tell if the guard was being dismissive or slightly appreciative, but it was clear her love of the arts probably wasn't as intense as from Isabella's land.  The singing came to a stop of few seconds later, and the guard beckoned down the hallway where a fifteen year old servant of sorts - no brand marked her forehead and her clothes were more reasonable - ran into the room with a couple of towels before closing the door behind herself entering the room to likely attend the singer.

[b]"Anyways, I've heard there's a guest here tonight from a far away land.  Court is excited to hear news of the outside world, though in these shattered lands it is not as if the storm will allow politics to ever change ..."[/b]  The guard looked over Isabella's armor with a couple glances.  [b]"... that you by any chance?  You don't look like you are from these parts."[/b]