Millicent smiled at the woman, immediately recognizing her from the tavern. Her hand brushes across Isolde's arm, immediately offering her a glimpse of the woman's aura.<br/><br/>Isolde, she senses, holds no ill-will nor anything dark that needed addressed by her purpose here. She also sensed that this being was not natural, and was much older than the body appeared. Isolde's physical looks breath-taking, Mill also sensed this soul to have a dark and yet pure nature to it. This confused her as much as the on-goings in the entire town. She had never set foot upon such ground that yielded so many different beings and the ratio of good to evil was stunningly not even equalled. The darkness reigned supreme here.<br/><br/>Stepping into the dwelling, the warm fire by both heat and scent filled her senses with happiness, and a much simpler time. It's funny how such small things can mean and do so much to the weary soul.<br/><br/>As the door closes behind them, Millicent moves to stare into the flames, noticing the rather empty shelves, and seeing the aftermath of the destruction the thief left in her wake.<br/><br/>She frowns, softly stating her thoughts to Isolde, "I am sorry to see such tragedy come in a place of healing." Millicent's head turns slightly to glance at the cat, again smiling, then continuing. "I am Millicent, pleased to meet you, Isolde. I do hope you can help me this night. I mean you no harm, simply a potion and some answers, if you might."<br/><br/>Millicent now pauses, her stare moving back to the beckoning flames, exhaling slowly, trying to rid the damnable pain in her chest. This pain will continue during her time here, little to her own knowledge. That constant reminder of a future that is fading. There are other issues, that she must deal with, and she prays Isolde can help.<br/><br/>Never has she sought help, not of this nature. Wounds, if small, she would find a healer for, or simply shrug them off. Deeper wounds typically only came during battles for souls, and once she had claimed those she was sent for, her body was immediately taken by her Maker, back to her home, repaired, and then she was sent back to work. The nature of her business here this night was not of an external wound, and Millicent did not know if what she was about to ask for was within the 'rules' of her kind.<br/><br/>Honestly, she didn't care, she just needed it to stop to do her work, or she'd be the one being carted away to eternal damnation.<br/><br/>Her head shakes, and she clears her throat, finally speaking the inevitable. "I seek a potion, a very...strange request, I am sure. It must have the ability to cease needs and wants."<br/><br/>She stops, her mouth agape, realizing how immediately crazy this must sound. How does one ask for a simple drink to stop them from feeling? Is this possible?<br/><br/>Millicent turns to face Isolde, head tilting in a confused way, brow furrowing to show this emotion.<br/><br/>"I need something of a rather...how do you say? An...un-caring potion? One that ceases feelings and cares. I know this seems very odd, and I being new to this town I am certain draws speculation, please know this is a necessary request in order for me to help you all."<br/><br/>She bites at her lower lip, her eyes peering into Isolde's, hoping the healer can simply waggle her fingers and brew something up. She would deal with the consequences once she returned home; the Creator and Council couldn't possibly argue what she drinks to do her job, right?<br/><br/>Millicent knew this was a necessity, especially around the Fallen; he was a distraction she could not afford, especially if his body fell.<br/><br/>She pressed further into her reason for visiting so late this night and disturbing Isolde. Her tone tense, the second request much easier to state than the first.<br/><br/>"Tell me of this place, m'lady....why does such death knock upon the gates here? Do you know who is to blame for this?" Her weight shifts back and forth between her feet, the hem of her cotehardie swaying around the floor, waiting on the answers to her requests.