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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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At the lords insistence Isabella's blush deepened, trying to hide her embarrassment. She wasn't that good - couldn't be. Her voice was too quiet to reach the Divine. Some had said her inability to speak properly had been a bad omen of some sort when she had been born, but her parents quickly quashed that rumor in the courts. When she was 'sent away' those rumors resurfaced in quiet circles, though - and her parents didn't make much effort to dissuade them. She understood the delicate position, though.

She took another small drink of the ale, shaking her mind away from those thoughts as the lord continued speaking. Detachment of knights to an old ruin? Likely wouldn't return? Her mouth turned into a subtle frown as she placed the mug back on the table. The 'Wind mothers' again. Perhaps they were some sort of Divine spirit? They must be very angry with these people if they raged so against the land.

[color=ed145b]"...?"[/color] She turned her head to Lord Hasingwrath as he changed topic. Information on the surrounding land would be a great boon to her soldiers. They didn't even know that this storm was coming and if Valiant hadn't told her then they likely would have been caught up in it. So he wanted her and her people to go into this ruin and get whatever information they had, then? The offer was good, in theory at least. Her soldiers were capable. The ones that could fight anyways. The others that couldn't all had their reasons for going, be it Edith's curiosity about the world outside the Monarchy or Lana's desire to be something other than a thief.

She tilted her head curiously, looking to Gracie to see if she had any thoughts on the matter.