Iso'bel sat in her usual corner spot in the Ogre's Head, idly stirring honey into her cup of tea, nose buried deep into her studies. She was in here often enough now (usually between clients) that the barmaid didn't even roll her eyes anymore when she asked simply for hot water, and a small plate of biscuits and root vegetables. Perhaps they found it added a certain... charm to the place to have among their clientele a well-groomed, bespectacled rabbitkin sipping tea and pouring over medical texts.
After her journey through the mists the previous fall, Iso'bel had come to appreciate, and even enjoy, the atmosphere in the tavern. There was friendship (well, between the brawls Artie inevitably quashed), there was joy. There was... life... here. The camaraderie she had found those few days amongst the "Breachers", as they were called, reminded her of the time she had spent out on the road with Sophia and her crew when she was younger, sating her need for adventure and knowledge. It had reminded her that there was life beyond her books and clients, although she enjoyed that existence as well.
A cold breeze crawled over her feet and she looked up, seeing the door to the tavern closing behind several people, clearly a group. She perked further when she saw that they looked dressed for travel; but as cloak hoods came down and they headed for a table, they were faces she did not recognize.
Iso'bel unconsciously sighed and sank back into her chair, deflated, but then caught herself, surprised at her own disappointment. She really did miss it. And them. She longed for adventure again. In equal turn was the embarrassment, however, over her hasty departure the last she saw them in the fall, and her subsequent absence from Garridan's trial. It had stayed her paw from correspondence since then, so they had probably all forgotten about her by now, lost in whatever intrigue that had found them in the mountains.
Oh well. More time for study, she thought, sighing again and flipping the page of her book.
After her journey through the mists the previous fall, Iso'bel had come to appreciate, and even enjoy, the atmosphere in the tavern. There was friendship (well, between the brawls Artie inevitably quashed), there was joy. There was... life... here. The camaraderie she had found those few days amongst the "Breachers", as they were called, reminded her of the time she had spent out on the road with Sophia and her crew when she was younger, sating her need for adventure and knowledge. It had reminded her that there was life beyond her books and clients, although she enjoyed that existence as well.
A cold breeze crawled over her feet and she looked up, seeing the door to the tavern closing behind several people, clearly a group. She perked further when she saw that they looked dressed for travel; but as cloak hoods came down and they headed for a table, they were faces she did not recognize.
Iso'bel unconsciously sighed and sank back into her chair, deflated, but then caught herself, surprised at her own disappointment. She really did miss it. And them. She longed for adventure again. In equal turn was the embarrassment, however, over her hasty departure the last she saw them in the fall, and her subsequent absence from Garridan's trial. It had stayed her paw from correspondence since then, so they had probably all forgotten about her by now, lost in whatever intrigue that had found them in the mountains.
Oh well. More time for study, she thought, sighing again and flipping the page of her book.
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