Isolde shook her head and started to ease the door shut, saying<br/>"I'm with a client now. Perhaps you could come back at a later time"<br/><br/>The skin at her throat tingled and  she opened the door wider.<br/>"Wait," she said," Come in."<br/><br/>Isolde allowed him entrance and indicated a chair by the fire. She stood across from him, leaning against the mantle with her arms surrounding herself.<br/><br/>"I have found one wounded," she commented, waving her arm at the table." He is in shock, I think. Fighting to survive. Forgive me, I am Isolde, healer to Moranwick City. I have not met you before. You must be a newcomer. Let me offer you tea then I must get back to the wounded one. I would do what I can to bind the wounds, to reduce the fever and fight the demon that even now tries to invade the body."<br/><br/>She smiled.<br/>"By demon, I mean the poisoning of the blood caused from wounds, not Beelzebub himself." She set about making tea,settling the kettle over the fire." I was at the Inn earlier, as you observed. You have a good eye for observation if you noticed me. Did you win the match, or did our Kell win as he often does?"<br/><br/>Isolde couldn't keep the pride out of her voice that Moranwick City had such a champion or that she had such personal high regard for him.<br/><br/>The stranger repeated, "Over the past years I have gathered quite the collection of herbs to tend to wounds and the like. Might I  aid you ? " He slowly reached into his coat and pulled out a small pouch and held it out to her as cautiously as if she were a wild creature.<br/><br/>"What is in the pouch and who are you, sir?" Isolde asked, taking the pouch from him and holding it to her nose. She didn't often have some one to discuss the craft with and in spite of her reserve, found herself excited about the prospect. She also was discreet enough to realize that she must discuss plants and practical healing only in front of this man.