When Solas moved to her side of the table, Izzy D was surprised by the strength of his vitality. "What would you like for desert?" he had asked. Izzy D. thought a bit,<br/><br/>"Really, our meal was so sumptuous that I have little room left for desert. Whatever you are having, if you don't mind, I would savor just a spoonful."<br/><br/>She didn't mind sharing food or other things with the people that crossed her path. She was too ancient to not realize that moments are fleeting, That life regrets were about the things not done, rather than the actions taken.<br/><br/>"The Black King. Those were bad times. Times of victory of course, but uncertain times, none the less. So difficult to know who to trust or what motives they possessed. I remember a time, just before the storm, that a group of men, soldier, they were, helped me save a woman in the woods. She had been badly wounded and her attackers were burned to a crisp. Perhaps, you were among that number."<br/><br/>The waiter brought desert and more wine. Izzy D. flashed her brilliant smile at the waiter, thanking him graciously for the wine. As she sipped, she half turned in her chair. Yes, something about Solas was familiar.