"Classic Isaera, always more cryptic than she needs to be," muses Amelia, "and always so bossy. Even in bed." The last part is murmured quietly to herself, a brief grin curling her lips. The alchemist and the elf had obviously met before, had adventured together before, so she remained mostly silent during the back and forth conversation taking place. She knew how her friend Issy worked and that it was rather like pulling teeth in getting more details out of her than necessary. She'd long ago learned to trust the elf over the course of their adventures together. In the past things had gone quite well - not counting Bleakwatch, of course. Amelia lifted Isaera's glass of wine and lifted it to her nose, inhaling the fragrant bouquet. She smiled and took a slow sip, then replaced the glass. She had one more remark for the room, however, "I assume we'll all be told more details in due time. I know Isaera. If there was more she could tell us now, she would."