Isa released her hold on the man and carefully walked her way back to the table. She didn't have much to do except weave her songs into tales that played themselves out in the minds of the people. She carefully took her place back at the table. She didn't need any ale right now but she looked up at Arvahn slightly tired and said "Just a little tea would be good for me," she didn't want to cloud her mind now as she thought about it.