"Icer?" Of course it was Icer, how could it not be? How many blue dragons were roaming around Rhydin about to knock on the door to a priestess abode" "Hi!" Isuelt was pleasantly surprised as she was making her way out the door. It had been a good day, she'd also spent it sleeping. The night before had been filled with enough crazy to make her want to hibernate for the winter already. Of course, as those specific events came back to mind, Isuelt's brow wrinkled. Icer wasn't necessarily in the habit of visiting the Sanctuary. "Is...is everything okay?"

She braced herself for nothing being okay. In this city, it seemed as if Murphy's Law was law of the land. Her hands rested on her hips, just above her sword belt as she looked up at Icer's blue snout, set against the late afternoon sun.