Isolde looked around one last time as her favorite wine was placed in front of her and Jarvan's drink arrived. He had chided her for her lack of introduction and now she could remedy that.With a smile she said,<br/><br/>"Forgive me, sir, for being too hasty in myself. You have shared much about your past but I have been preoccupied." She sipped the wine.<br/><br/>"I am Isolde De Vereaux. I came to Moranwick City two seasons ago when the plague of the walking dead began to be prevalent. Up until that time, I had traveled, sometimes with gypsies and sometimes in the company of holy women." Isolde stroked her slim white hands over her thick red hair, patting it back into place the way a woman does when in the company of a man. "My goal was to learn healing techniques from all I could, to use herbs in new ways and of course because there is safety in numbers, I did not travel alone." She paused to sip her wine,surveying the room once more.<br/><br/>A man passed their table and he was carrying a candle for going upstairs for the night.The light from the candle crossed her eyes, making the blue orbs glow with an otherwordly light. The slant and the glow gave her a cat like appearance which belied the angelic quality of her round cheeks and pink and white skin. A soft smile set in her full red lips as she remembered her past.<br/><br/>"I have been interested in healing since I first set the wings of a crow and then cleansed the wounds of a fawn." She stirred herself and chuckled. "Oh, my, that is enough about me. Once my life was full of excitement and now, I abide here and must feed my adventurer's soul vicariously.So now, sir, what brings you to our fair city? Business, pleasure or necessity?"