Isolde looked at Jarvan and the stranger who had crowded in behind him. She was a little nonplussed.<br/><br/>"A good place to stay for the night would be here, but we are leaving shortly. The next best place would be the tavern. They let rooms for the night." Isolde answered, good manners kicking in when in doubt of what was happening. "What have you done, sir, that the guard seems to have taken such interest in you?"<br/><br/>He kept looked at the door but grinned mischievously in her direction. She poured him a mug of ale from the jug under the cabinet and sat it on the table.<br/><br/>"Enjoy my hospitality while you wait, sir," Isolde said wryly. "I am the healer of Moranwick City. This is my apothecary. I am called Isolde De Vereaux. My companions and I were just leaving. Perhaps if you  join in our company, you will be able to proceed undetected to the tavern. " She waited for his comment, but the man was busy watching out the door's small opening. Shaking her head and shrugging, Isolde turned to Jarvan.<br/><br/>"Did you see Little Jimmy out there? "<br/><br/>Jarvan shook his head but kept his gaze on the stranger.<br/><br/>"Perhaps, Jarvan, you and Ra..." she paused before speaking the girl's name. What if she didn't want her name bandied about? Who was this stranger and should they trust him with sensitive information? Isolde didn't know what to do. She took a hankie from her pocket and began to dab at imaginary spots of dust.