<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Chapter Two: Our Heroes Set Forth</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>With the Father's assurances of assistance and swift departure, the Knight relaxed a little. The wound at her side throbbed and she was grateful for the stool that unburdened her unsteady feet. She closed her eyes, hoping that the room would cease its dizzying dance. Gaddiel's hand gentle pried hers from the stained bandages, reminding her of his presence. She immediately sat up straighter, eliciting a new wave of pain from her injury, so as not to show her weakness in front of the physician.<br/>"I need to redress your wound," he said when the Knight started at his touch.<br/>"I'm fine," she assured the physician.<br/>"You've opened the stitches and, given the way that you're swaying in that stood, you've lost a lot of blood." Gaddiel pushed her hand away from the wound, brooking no more protests from his patient. He would be damned to the darkness of the Depths before he let someone under his care die from her own stubbornness. She relented, allowing him to fix the handiwork that she had ruined. As he mended the knight's wound he made a formal introduction of himself and the recently departed Father Knopf.<br/>"I'm Gaddiel Joseph, physician of Bridge wardens of The Spanish Harlem. The Electrician was Father Knopf, our new abbot."<br/>"I am Isabelle," replied the Knight. Gaddiel noticed the omission of her family name, and was aware enough to refrain from asking. Some pasts were best forgotten. Instead he asked a question that pressed at his thoughts since Isabelle recanted her tale.<br/>"Why would the Electrician's Guild send one of their Knights Charger to King Barlow? Surely you would be most needed in defense of the Holy Citadel." Isabelle scowled as the needle met her skin once more.<br/>"The Electrician's Guild''s decisions are none of your concern." The words ' Electrician's Guild" was inflected with a mocking tone. Gaddiel continued his work in silence.<br/><br/>Some minutes later the Knight was seen leaving the guard house, resting heavily against a crutch. In tow was the frantic physician, bombarding Isabelle with reasons to return to the guard house's medical wing. Ignoring his pleading, she demanded the whereabouts of Father Knopf from a passerby who babbled something about seeing him heading towards Lady Ellsworth's court. She continued in the direction given, making sure to keep the stitching intact. Gaddiel, realizing that she was not to be be deterred from her self destructive course, quickly commissioned an empty mule and cart from the guard house's deliverer of fresh produce.<br/>"You are going to kill yourself before one of the Crabmen do!" shouted Gaddiel as he drew the cart to a halt next to the Knight. She took his offered hand and climbed into the cart.<br/>"They've already failed at that," she grimaced as the pain reminded her of the last encounter with the feared Crabmen. The cart rolled down the road on its way to find the Father.