Isaera waited patiently, smiling as she opened the door. "I'm almost four hundred now... it's time I started to slow things down... that's why I took this job... take my commission and retire to some tropical island." She smiles and gets into the wagon. "I don't know... Maybe I just wasn't feeling it... maybe I just can't mix business with pleasure anymore." She smiles a little bit and sits down somewhere. "Anyway, enough of the maudlin life of Izzy... how have you been doing? I missed you."