Isuelt had been trailing Brian's targets for the better part of a day. These "handlers," as he called them were strange, indeed. She had lost them more than a few times during her subdued chase; they seemed to simply vanish into and emerge out of shadows. Even for an accomplished tracker like a Scathachian, following the handlers was near impossible.
It was after several of these frustrating instances, that Isuelt decided to focus on Kerri. She knew that the handlers had to remain within thirty feet or so of their operative, so if she tailed Kerri, then her true targets would be nearby without fail.
The sun-kissed Scathachian had done some digging around and found "Kerri" to be short for Kerrithra. The woman was, as Brian had said, a Mithra. And she was small, Isuelt had a good six inches on her. She also knew that Jenai was back at the Sanctuary researching any and all markings, behaviors, and weapons that Brian could identify. Truth be told, Isuelt was anxious for Jenai's take on the woman and how they could bring her down without too much bloodshed. She was confident that the Scathachian healer would come up with some sort of concoction to temporarily render Kerri (or Brian, if need be) ineffective.
Isuelt had stood outside the Inn for only a few minutes after she watched Kerri enter. She had remembered Brian saying something about her staying there...room eight, it was" Perhaps she was going to spend the rest of the day in quiet repose. "Fat chance, girl. Your luck is never that good,? the gypsy chuckled to herself. As the sun had been heating the black leather on her back to a rapid temperature during the day, now she felt the bitter bite of the night air. Isuelt moved to the front steps of the Inn and walked in. Isuelt knew that Trixie was on her way, and that Jenai would hopefully be joining them with the results of her findings. The trio would, no doubt, have an easy time detaining the woman causing their beloved chef so much angst. Until they arrived, however, Isuelt would keep an eye (and possibly, a blade) on Kerri.
Unaware that Kerri and Brian had already had a run-in within the Inn's walls, she was walking into round two. It was late in the night...or early in the morning, depending on your point of view. And although Isuelt was used to hanging back and watching a target before she struck, she was beginning to feel a bit impatient. Plus, she had the nagging feeling that she, herself, was being tailed. If there was one thing that Isuelt couldn't stand, it was the teasing game of Cat-and-Mouse. She had always favored action over observation. Letting the door close quietly behind her, she looked around the oddly empty common room. She stood just inside the threshold and let her dark gaze scan the room. There was no Kerri in sight, yet somehow she doubted that the woman had gone up to her room. Mud-caked boots made soft thuds against the floorboards as Isuelt further made her way in; her hands ready on the hilts of her blades. She knew that where Kerri was, so were the handlers. But as she was fond of saying, Isuelt was born ready for anything.
