Little Jimmy tugged Isolde's hand.<br/><br/>"Follow him. He's the leader."Jimmy insisted.<br/><br/>Isolde tightened her grip, allowing the boy to pull her through the portal. She was a witch and as such traveling between planes was not unfamiliar to her.She ha time to observe her fellow travelers. Isolde ruefully had to admit that she paid little attention to the other women, other than the one wearing her blue dress! but the men, oh, the men.<br/><br/>Isolde loved men. Not that she was a strumpet that wished to bed them all but Isolde loved the hard muscles, the faces shadowed with beard, the piercing eyes and above all that, the essence of manliness. The attitude that men exuded, the take charge, work together, deadly potential that was often wrapped in gentleness and charm, these were what drew Isolde to the men. Did she favor one over the other? She thought, She knew more of Kell, idolized him as did the rest of the city.As far as she knew, he had never seen her or considered her any more than he did the smith or the cooper. She contributed to the well being of the city. Jarvan drew her eye for her was a man who had lived where she had lived and she felt kinship with him. Cutting her eyes to the stranger, now this one peaked her interest. All bravado, charm and deadly force. He could make her blood run hot.  Her eyes ran over the military man and his second. One did not know she was in the world and the other,he was not of this world.<br/><br/>Isolde felt as if she were adrift in the rush of a river but this one ran with orderly precision. Kell ordered and it happened.<br/><br/>"Sir," she said to Kell, quietly with a curtsy," I have followed you through this portal to stand against le roi noire. What ever skill I possess,it is yours to command."