Isolde looked at the Guardian oddly.<br/>"Kell? guilty  of something? Why the man is practically a god. If we lived in early more pagan times, he would be given the antlers to run the forest or worshiped as the Green Man. He does no wrong and bravely rights every injustice that rears its head." Isolde answered softly but resolutely.<br/><br/>She busied herself with clearing away the root and the wine.<br/>"You have much to offer,Millicent. You offering is just not in the way of goods or coin. My home is freely given to those who seek aid. I want no personal gain. I lack for nothing although I am not rich, my needs are simple and are simply met.  My purpose is to protect the innocent. Your purpose and mine run parellel. Good should be united to withstand the darkness. If we must summon the evil, we must prepare, set wards in place and have a strategy. One does not become of the noire unless he is possessed of great power. Great power does not lay down at the first request. We must be wise as serpents but harmless as doves if we wish to live a consequence free existence."<br/><br/>"Let me show you to a chamber you may call your own as long as you choose to reside here. You come and go here as if it is your home, which it will be for some days to come. Food is in the pantry and coin is in the jar if you need to purchase food from the markets. Freely I have received and freely I give."<br/><br/>Isolde took the candle and led Millicent to a small room, more of a niche that contained a bench with a cushion.<br/>"I will bring you pillows and coverlet."Isolde held the candle aloft. "Here is your candle." She lit a waiting candle that was perched in a notched out cubby in the wall. "This room generally does not get cold, so no brazier is here. Under the cushions is a box where you can store your treasures. Water is found in the well, located in my apothecary. Can I bring you food?"<br/><br/>The witch suddenly stopped, listening,<br/>"The streets have gone quiet. My companion from this evening's social chased the thief away, and was in hot pursuit when I turned in here. Perhaps, we should go see if he needs assistance." She laughed ruefully. "How presumptuous of me. A warrior among many warriors. What would men need of a woman such as I?"