Isolde turned at the gentle touch from the strong man. The worried brow gave way to a pleasant smile.<br/>"Pardon me, Isolde..." he cleared his throat, "a word if you would be so kind?" he offered to lead her away momentarily then 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.<br/><br/>Isolde knew that the man had not had time for refreshment this day and he was probably hungry. She turned and beckoned him to follow, a spark of interest in her blue eyes. They went to a now vacant food preparation area where the witch found some beans simmering over the dying coals. This she spooned into a abandoned bowl and handed to him. Isolde waved him to a long bench and trestle table where she seated herself, spreading her skirts gracefully over the bench.<br/>"It is easy to be lost here. All in Moranwick City thought Kell to be but a carpenter and the leader of that guild but evidently he is much more. You have fallen into the morass when you stumbled into my shop. Doom is upon us. Surely you have been aware of those who are dead but don't have the good sense to fall down. They are the protege of le roi noire." Her voice fell to a hush and Isolde leaned into Arrus' ear. her lips brushing his hair, which smelled of the road and sunshine.<br/><br/>"We dare not speak his rightful name lest in doing so, we give him power. He comes with an army of ten thousand ten thousands. None can stop him, yet one will. It has been foretold. Many will die to that others may live.You do not have to sacrifice yourself with us, if this is not your fight."<br/><br/>She watched the spoon hover half way between the bowl and his mouth. Isolde laid a gentle hand on his arm. She had not missed the slip of the tongue when he declared himself hers.Would that he were.<br/><br/>"The men assemble. Sir Tubertus and his second have been in the field and we do not yet know what news they bring. Raven too. and me, I am more than I seem."<br/><br/>Isolde picked up a fist sized stone at her feet.<br/>"Watch and then decide."<br/><br/>She tossed it in the air. With a flick of her hands, the rock hung suspended in air. She then slapped and the rock flew out into the yard and with a push of her hands against the air, the rock exploded. At Arrus' look, she looked down and said simply,<br/>"and I, sir. am a witch. I fight for the greater good. "