Dolly was in the midst of a heated conversation with the demons in her head, looking just as daft, as always. "<i>You see who?... Oh come now, it's been how long? What are the odds of..." </i>The whorish looking woman turned on the spot to full face the owner of the firm grip upon her shoulder.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Oooooh... don't you look delicious enough to eat and you...</span>" Warm eyes gazed upon the wife killer with the smile of a black widow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"> "Looking to repent for murders of your wives? They're not happy. Quite restless."</span>Any word anyone else wished to say after that was met with her left index finger held up to their face, signaling that they hold their tongue for a moment. "<i>Oh! This is him? Xavier... RIverborne.... why yes he is indeed handsome." </i>Again, the woman was off her rocker! Who in hell was she talking to that she would blatantly ignore the imposing figure before her? A little chuckle and that wicked smile danced upon her lips. "<i>I wouldn't harm a hair on his handsome head. Xavier Riverborne, Knight of the Order of the Silver Flame.... oh a healer? I rather like my scars....tells some very interesting stories." </i>Bold eyes looked him from head to toe with no remorse while speaking to someone that neither could see nor hear before finally speaking to the well-dressed meal before her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">" Poor dear, you nearly met the same fate as your parents, nearly the same manner, no less.</span>" The tone she spoke was saddening and laced with pity, but it switched a full one-eighty to the most cheerful and bubbly woman she was in the circle of people.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Oh! Where are my manners... Isis Dolly de Beaumont. Call me Dolly. If your mother would stop crying long enough for me to hear my own thoughts...she says 'hello' and as cliche as this sounds, your father is impressed with you... as am I. Care to be friends? Is there anything wrong?"</span>The ragdoll upon her shoulder stood up and appeared to be whispering in her ear. Whatever was said could clearly be heard only by her and it had to have been funny.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"A witch? You think he thinks I'm a witch. Oh dolly, that's truly hilarious...clearly, he clearly comes to ask me if this man truly did kill his last two wives. The voices say yes. Both women scream maddeningly in my mind. Oh yes... <i>He killed his wife, the love of his Life, and did it again to savor the sin...the first with a knife in the midst of a strife, the next was drowned after he was found fooling around...</i>."</span>The song was sung once more with a low and eerie melody and a look that could not have the guilty one questioning the truth. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Ask him, dear Knight... even your parents agree that what he did justifies that he be hung by his balls in a dungeon and stabbed in non-lethal areas so that he slowly bleeds to death. Especially since Meredith was pregnant with his child when he drowned her. Strikes a cord with you, doesn't it Xavier?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">This matter of fact tone sent chills to dance across every inch of the sweating murderer's face. Only he knew that Meredith was possibly pregnant, so how on God's green earth did this stranger from out of nowhere find out? The swine of a man clutched his chest from a physical pain that dropped him to a floor. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"This is where I think you should run and never return. Your fate is sealed. The blood you have spilled cannot be washed away. And people call me mad... are we done here?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">The last question was spoken as though she were an impatient toddler with a tilted head and observant look at the Knight, as though she were still reading him.  </span>