Isolde cringed at the cracked voice as the girl strove to relay her story. She filled a cup with freshly drawn well water and held it for the girl to sip.<br/><br/>"I was alerted to watch for something amiss the night I found you. I waited by the gate until the sky lit up with fire. Upon reaching you, I found you in a coffin, close to death and dead men fallen around you, still smoking for the fire that had consumed them. I was joined,quite by accident, joined by a righteous knight and his entourage. We brought you to the city. During this time, I have not revealed your sex, calling you a lad to any who might inquire."<br/><br/>She set the cup back on the table.<br/>"My name is Isolde. I am the healer of Moranwick City. You were brought here where,Jarvan and I treated your wounds. When you recovered ever so slightly, you bolted. I'm not sure if you remember but in your befuddled state, you took herbs when you left. Jarvan managed to stop you and we brought you here."<br/><br/>Isolde raised her eyebrow at Jarvan.<br/>"If you will promise that you can trust us, maybe we will untie you."