Millicent, calm from the warm concoction, continued to stare into the fire. Her chest pain had dwindled, her thoughts slightly clouded, as if she had too much wine.<br/><br/>Her brow furrowed in wondering exactly what else would happen in three days from now, and why this potion of sorts took so long.<br/><br/>As Isolde spoke against her ear, Millicent gave a slight gasp; she had been told this evil creation had been dealt with by many of her realm. The news of the death here being His doing, caused her to exhale sharply, a small bellow of wind forcing the fire to waft upward, hot tendrils creeping against the fireplace.<br/><br/>A groan is offered to Isolde, and she turns to face her new friend and ally. Millicent's right palm reaches to the woman's face, passing her palm over Isolde's features, speaking softly.<br/><br/>"I am here to collect His soul, Isolde."<br/><br/>Millicent was certain that the Dark King, the le roi noire, was whom she was sent for. Why, alone and without knowledge in advance, she was sent, she could not fathom. An unfair advantage, He had the ability to defeat her, quite possibly. She had no choice, though.<br/><br/>It was her duty.<br/><br/>She smiles at Isolde, her hand falling to her side, speaking further. "I, am the light, m'lady, that takes the darkness. A sort of....guardian, to this world, aye?"<br/><br/>"Your help will be needed, I am certain. Usually an easy affair, and one I cannot handle alone with Him. I am aware of the beast, and his abilities."<br/><br/>The Dark King, is death himself; a beast that gives life to death, summons the fury of Hell and its minions, and has no care of anything, anyone, any soul, just....death. Decay. Misery. He feeds on this as well as the fear.<br/><br/>She would die taking His soul. Many of her "profession" have. And for them, the Angels of Death, there is no coming back.<br/><br/>A heavy sigh, Millicent's head shakes, and she continues, her eyes bright as they look into Isolde's. "When the time comes, please help to keep my body alive, until His is a shell. I will rid Him, only if I can stay alive."<br/><br/>She turns again, moving to the window, watching the shadows as she again speaks, her breath leaving a mist against the cool glass. "No one can know, Isolde, of my business. It would cause further fear, and avoidance. I will need help, strong men."<br/><br/>Another pause in thought. "The man you were with at the tavern, seems strong. You know him I presume? He would help? I cannot fight, nor intervene, against the evil one. If I do, I die; I can take Him once he is down and breathing His last breaths, before He takes another body."<br/><br/>Millicent watches out of the window, the tavern well lit, her eyes find way upward, squinting as she spots the Fallen at a window there.<br/><br/>If he were to help, she thinks, a bonus. Two souls of high caliber to deliver, possibly.<br/><br/>Three days. Just three and whatever she felt near the Fallen would cease; damnable human bodies.<br/><br/>"We can gather help, then summon Him. Unless He shows sooner. He has in the past destroyed entire towns and villages once it was known those of my kind were there. We must be careful in this."<br/><br/>Especially with two of them in the same proximaty; an open invitation awaited the evil beast if He became aware. Their souls a feeding frenzy for the Dark King; she wasn't about to be anyone's meal, nor allow other innocent people to become such.<br/><br/>"I would appreciate a place to stay while here; I have little to offer...", she continues to watch the Fallen, her eyes scanning at his figure. How she was to ask his help she had no idea yet. Perhaps he knows, and this is why he stated to speak to Kell. This caused a question from her.<br/><br/>"Kell. He is a good man, then? I feel he has something to do with this. He is....presents...as guilty. Of something."<br/><br/>So many questions, time seeming to stand still. Her thoughts scattering further as the tea grasps at her senses fully; quite the narcotic of calm.