Isabela couldn't sleep. All the adventuring she's done had finally caught up with her. Though if you told her that she'd call you a fool.
"I'm not as young as I used to be", she thought to herself.
Indeed she wasn't. Nearing 30 she's noticed more pain in her back and feet, but she still knew how to have a good time. So since she was restless she went for a walk down to the Hanged Man, her favorite tavern. The place was filthy and the drinks were awful, but this was home to her. So after a few drinks a man approached her. He was dressed in a black robe and hood and only his hands were visible certainly more covred up than Isabela and her very low cut shirt that showed her amble cleavage and below was her basically non existent pants.
"You are the one called Isabela?", the strange man said.
Looking over to him Isabela spoke, "Who wants to know?"
"A friend paid me to give you this.", he said.
But when Isabela looked over again he was gone. She looked to the door and all around the tavern and couldn't see him. To her left on the bar was a glass filled with a purple liquid and a note.
"I hope this isn't one of Varric's little games." she thought.
She unfolded the note and read: "Drink this.". Isabela knew it was a trap, but the liquid was intriguing to her. She'd never seen a liquid this color. She held the glass to her nose and sniffed.
"Smells like roses." she thought.
She was good with poisons and she knew how to save herself if she was poisoned, but she just needed to taste this drink. it was like it was calling out to her. So she did. That's when darkness came over her...