ISLA
"Hello, Darkeye." It probably isn't so much of a surprise to see Isla these days, especially given that he has placed a notice on the bulletin board asking for help. "I might not be the strongest, but please feel free to put me to work making the forge. And I have an extra pair of hands, if needed." Because of course she doesn't come alone - beside her stands her companion, the Prince offering a polite bow to Darkeye.
"If there is anything involving fire, the Prince is probably better suited to tackling it," Isla continues with a small smile. For obvious reasons, she probably won't do very well up against any open flames. "But otherwise, we're ready when you are. Where shall we start?"
"If there is anything involving fire, the Prince is probably better suited to tackling it," Isla continues with a small smile. For obvious reasons, she probably won't do very well up against any open flames. "But otherwise, we're ready when you are. Where shall we start?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
