With her spell complete, Isolde turned to find herself completely alone. A cold wind was blowing, whipping her red hair across her face. She could see, in the distance, men and a few woman gathering, calmly. She knew that Kell was out there, talking to the armies that were arriving. Her heart sank as she realized that Arrus was no where to be seen.<br/><br/>A chill ran through her as an unnatural quiet settled over the square. A foreboding of ill,  a harbinger of disaster to come gripped her and Isolde shivered. Out of the corner of her eye, Isolde saw a small dark man slink along toward the portal. Her breath caught in her throat because his aura indicated he was black and twisted.<br/><br/>Isolde hurried to Kell, trying to discretely gain his attention but he was too caught up in his planning with the warriors to give her more than a cursory glance.