Isla
Isla has the good grace to wait until they are out of sight and earshot of the guard before she lets the smile creep across her face, her warm laughter filling the air as she glances across at Melita. "I had no idea that Stormbreak was so stringent with its rules on disorderly conduct," she trills. Indeed, given that the region is governed by one of The Family, this almost feels like a childish use of the guards' time. Never mind, though; glancing around at Mel's question, Isla gestures to a small bistro in the shadow of the Tower.
"How about there?" she suggests. "I will take a well deserved glass of wine after that business." And according to the specials chalked onto a board outside the bistro, there is soup to be had and a toasted sandwich to pair with it, all of which sound very acceptable to the Remedy. "What brings you up to Stormbreak, anyway?"
"How about there?" she suggests. "I will take a well deserved glass of wine after that business." And according to the specials chalked onto a board outside the bistro, there is soup to be had and a toasted sandwich to pair with it, all of which sound very acceptable to the Remedy. "What brings you up to Stormbreak, anyway?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
