Isolde's eyes sparkled merrily at the bow. This man was so courteously irreverent that she found him utterly charming.She bit her lip, glancing at the others to gauge their reactions. She normally wasn't taken in by charming men, but this one had her hook, line and sinker. Goddess help her if he was le roi noire in disguise!<br/><br/>"Sir, we were about to leave. You can discuss those details with Jarvan and the woman, but I must find Little Jimmy. While not my earthy concern, the lad is in my Soul Care and I must know if he lives or dies.  I must go see after him." Isolde pulled on her cloak, taking her basket in both hands. "The townspeople are used to seeing me about town. I have instructed them to their homes. They will think nothing amiss with me checking on them." She eased open the door.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Isolde slipped out, trembling knotting her stomach. What if she didn't find Jimmy? What if she did? The guards were running amok through the city. No one guarded the gates. Men of aggression were breaching their defenses and charming strangers were treated as wanted men. The world was already coming unfrayed at the seams.