Isolde stood with mouth agape as Millicent ran from the apothecary.<br/><br/>"That is my best dress, m'lady," she calls out. Shaking her head, she turns back to Jarvan, listening to his concerns with a furrowed brow. She was torn, worried that Little Jimmy would come while they were away on the quest. Afraid to not stand against the Black King, the one who controlled an army of the walking dead.<br/><br/>Isolde watched Jarvan pick up his weapons and check his pack. What else could she do but prepare? Without waiting to hear the reply that Raven might give to the hunter,she bowed her head and went to gather supplies. She needed little for herself but gathered a few healing herbs, and wolf's bane. She had heard it rumored to be good to fight the wasting disease that caused the walking dead. She wasn't sure but it wouldn't hurt. She packed some bandages and the rest of the crusted bread. With a hunter along, they shouldn't starve.<br/><br/>"My only concern now is Little Jimmy," she said when she returned to the main room. "What to do. what to do."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Little Jimmy was perched on a ledge out of the way of the men. The large turkey leg in his hand dripped grease down his arm and his face was streaked with the glistening juices also. A grin was plastered on his face as he listened to the men in the cavern plan their strategies and talk man talk. Being with Kell was the most magnificent treat on Earth. How glad he was that he had not listened to Isolde but had followed his hero.