Isaac growls in frustration as he leaves the Inn. He's spent hours searching both the establishment and the surrounding area, not to mention waited in the same chair for what seemed like a life time. He hopes that Issy realises how much he cares about her...he actually sat still for gods' sakes! HIM! He's too tired to search anymore, overcome by weariness and fear for Issy's wellbeing. While he's recieved word that she was fine last she was seen, he's paranoid...it's what he does. He takes to the trees once more. Heading back east...back home.

After a few minutes, he wrinkles his nose, the smell of ash and burning wood wafting about his nostrils. He climbs higher, into the top boughs of the trees. A large column of black smoke rises in the distance. Hmmm... he muses, That smoke seems... His eyes go wide as the truth of his situation hits him. Soon his shooting through the trees at an impossible speed. He drops down, hitting the ground running. Soon he arrives at the borders of ?r nDra?ocht F?in...gaping in disbelief as it blazes before him. Flames lick at the trees forming the grove's walls, he can smell the contents of the crates burning, the material of the sleeping mats as they're incinerated. Isaac steps into the flames as if in a dream...watching the only home he's ever had on this realm burn to the ground around him.