The hustle and bustle of preparation. Arrus had seen it in armies, militia details and so on throughout his travels. But none were as driven and precise as this group before him under Kell's command. A bit stingy at first but Arrus quickly saw his charisma. It was easily intoxicating and the man could easily rally troops from other cities as well if he had the time. But according to literally everyone present, there was no such luxury as time. And yet...knowing that the danger Arrus had so blindly agreed to help Isolde and her friends with, he was still dead set on helping. He meant it when he said he would not break his promise. He offered what skill he possessed to more than just a beautiful healer, he had now offered it to what seemed to be the very world. It would be a bit discouraging to back down from such a claim.<br/><br/>Arrus found his way over to Isolde, lightly touching her shoulder to get her attention but not to startle her. He felt an odd but pleasant affection for this woman and he had not even known her for more than just a few hours. "Pardon me, Isolde..." he cleared his throat, "a word if you would be so kind?" he offered to lead her away momentarily than stood before her, smiling. "I can honestly say, I have absolutely no idea what is going on. I'd ask the chap in charge over there, but I find that you would likely be much more pleasant to talk to, aye?" he rubbed his stubble while glancing around. "Don't misunderstand, I'm still yours..." he caught himself at the phrase, a bit much for what he meant, "...that is, I owe you and will forever remain true to that claim; however, it would be easier to know what it is I've really gotten myself into as this seems to be a bit more than frolicking about, breaking guards' arms and barging into beautiful apothecary's." he allowed a small chuckle followed by another smirk, something of a signature of his that he just couldn't help but do. Perhaps he was weary from his travels and the previous events of the day. The mention of food and rest definitely perked Arrus's interest. He bowed slightly to Isolde, beckoning her to lead on. "After you, as I am simply lost here!" he announced joyously.