Isolde reached to touch the red bead just as Jarvan's hand went to his sword. She stopped and looked. A woman was setting with Kell's party. The witch recognized the essence of the woman, an essence she had cooperated or fought on many occasions. As a healer, Isolde knew Death and neither feared or hated it for she knew that Death is part of life. Especially in these days when the walking dead were upsetting the natural cycle. Isolde often wondered what magik they possessed to fight off Death as they did, hovering in the hell between life and death.<br/><br/>Jarvan settled back in his chair but Isolde could see the tenseness, the readiness in his posture. She asked,<br/><br/>"May I touch the red bead? It is like one that I have seen before."<br/><br/>She hoped that by touching it she would see the future of Jarvan's stay here. Perhaps she could verify what her human senses were saying, that he was a man, no better or no worse than any other. That he possessed no evil intent and that she could relax her guard where he was concerned.