Isolde listened as the one called Raven said,<br/>" I owe you an explanation, but I warn you not to ask. It is a tale that will serve only to put you farther into the path of danger which you have only just begun to enter. I will explain if you ask it of me. I owe you that much. Tread carefully... be sure you truly want to know the answer."<br/><br/>The witch sat the bowl of stew heavily on the table and put her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"Be sure I want an answer? Bollocks of the Green Man! I have risked much to bring you here, have suffered loss at your hand and bring you back here still! Yes, I want a Mother forsaken answer. "Isolde's breathing was sharp and she knew her color was high. What she didn't realize was that a flame seemed to burn in her blue eyes. Realizing she was trembling, Isolde stepped back to the cabinet to take out a loaf of crusted bread. As she sliced it and then slatheed it with butter, she breathed deeply.  She ladled stew for herself and Jarvan. When she returned to the table, she placed a bowl in front of Jarvan, slid the wooden plate  stacked high with bread across the table and sat down.<br/><br/>"Raven, a storm like no other is coming. Only a few of us have power to fight it, only a few of us bear the weight of the knowledge of impending death. It is time to band together. This fight is no one person's fight. If we do not trust our allies, we will die along with the masses."<br/><br/>Isolde kept listening for Little Jimmy's footsteps as she took a piece of the fragrant bread. She nodded at Jarvan to eat.<br/><br/>"Are you able to feed yourself or do you need help?" Isolde asked Raven, waiting on her before Isolde eased the hunger in her own belly.