Isa watched him for a long while. She hadn't considered how he might think of her as a power-hungry, greedy ruler rather than a calm, sweet young woman. She smiled softly, "You really thought I was like the prince? He is the worst of the worst! I think he grew up in a bad family." She sipped a bit more ale calmly. She didn't seem too affected about it. After all, from the sound of it, he had had plenty of issues with aristocrats.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Isa sniffed. "Hey... do you smell smoke?" The feeling of her gut churning made her nearly get a second taste of her food. Her eyes widened, hearing the sound of shouting and the crackling of fire. She stood up, the seat falling down loudly as she heard the sound of shouting, incoherent shouting, cursing, and in a familiar voice. "T-that old man... he found us!" she yelped.