Isolde watched Millicent walk away, her admonition of praying to draw her back again ringing in her ears. Despite the growing wall cloud to the North, Isolde felt calm in her spirit. With apocalypse impending, she knew that much preparation needed to be accomplished. Turning, Isolde hurried through the square, reassuring the townspeople that the words of the stranger were true. She hated to lie to them so she modified her message.<br/><br/>"A storm is coming. A bigger storm that most of us have ever known.Go home.Prepare. Stock your homes with some food and make sure you have water for several days. Take all your vessels you can spare to fill from the town's well. Now, go. Go about your business. The storm will not occur in a corner. You will know when the time is right. but for now, make yourselves ready,"<br/><br/>Isolde turned amid a flurry of skirt tail and hurried back to the Apothecary. There she found Jarvan still locked in communion with the patient. Not to distract him, Isolde cautiously put a hand on his shoulder and spoke in a soft chanting voice,<br/><br/>"I would assist you. Let my magic strengthen you."<br/><br/>She didn't expect a response for the gypsy skill must be honored with concentration. She poured magic into her touch, pulling from the ancient powers, desperate to know who this stranger was and what she knew of the coming darkness. Isolde had seen in her vision the connection but her visions were often incomplete. The time had come for them to know more.