Drumming her fingers absently along the worn wood of the table top, Isuelt stared blankly off into the distance. She had been sitting in this corner of the Inn for some time; truth is, she lost track of her hours here. Yet, she came in alone and spoke only to the barmaid to secure herself a drink, which was sitting uncharacteristically full next to her restless fingers. Her mind had not been friendly to her over the last several days. She kept replaying past events at Castle Kilkirk, and what Duchess Livia Von Kraven had said to her. If Isuelt did not accept the Duchess?s invitation to join her in crime, and goddess knew what else, the Duchess would go after not only Isaac, but Scorpion back in Metro City as well. She knew that if push came to shove, Isaac would most likely be able to take care of himself. But Scorpion Wraitharan was never a fan of one-on-one, unless it was in a bedroom. Scorp would never even see Livia coming; she would make short work of him. Isuelt could not sit on the sidelines and let that happen. He had to at least be warned.
Isuelt flinched as a splinter decided to make itself a cozy little home under her fingernail. She looked down to where her fingers had been drumming themselves numb to find that her nails had been scratching shallow grooves on the tabletop. Making a fist, she inhaled deeply, letting her eyes close and trying to get a hold of herself. How could she go running off to Metro with all that was needed of her here? And just what would she tell Scorp when she found him? And how many women would she have to go through to find him? One thing he always did was leave a trail of good-looking women, Isuelt grinned as she thought to herself, ?That bastard.?
Isuelt flinched as a splinter decided to make itself a cozy little home under her fingernail. She looked down to where her fingers had been drumming themselves numb to find that her nails had been scratching shallow grooves on the tabletop. Making a fist, she inhaled deeply, letting her eyes close and trying to get a hold of herself. How could she go running off to Metro with all that was needed of her here? And just what would she tell Scorp when she found him? And how many women would she have to go through to find him? One thing he always did was leave a trail of good-looking women, Isuelt grinned as she thought to herself, ?That bastard.?