Isolde was telling Millicent about Arrus, eyeing the man with pleasure, when Kell spouted his now familiar,<br/><br/>"Your time to choose is now, my friends. Either stay with me and my company, to follow the Raven and fight the death that pursues us, or leave now, to whatever end finds you."<br/><br/>The healer froze in her spot. She was tired and a bit irritated. With a boldness forged from treating the injured and diseased, she straightened up with her hand on her hip.<br/><br/>"I, sir, offered you my skills, which unknown to you are beyond the apothecary." she asked impertinently. "Do you need a blood oath? or perhaps a demonstration of my powers?" Isolde, normally cool under pressure, was beginning to live up to the reputation that followed a red head. She was not trying to buck his authority or embarrass him in front of the others, but Isolde was not a woman to be trifled with. "I will follow you, sir, but I will not be patronized."<br/><br/>Millicent was patting her arm, as if trying to calm her down. Little Jimmy stared at her with a horrified expression. He stepped away from her to align himself with Kell.<br/><br/>"You let me know, if you want me to follow you. If not, you can send me back through the Mother damned portal. I can help the people there perhaps better than from this vantage point. I will follow you, Kell, but in your arrogance do you want a woman in your cadre of cohorts?"