"Milord, the girl is dead,"

Lord Nasher looked down. This wasn't what he wanted. The girl had been a young child and had been like all children naive and impulsive, but she had been different from other children. When he had first met her, he saw how much Lady Aribeth believed in the girl. The girl herself had looked like any other child, until she had looked back in his eyes. And something there made it clear that Lady Aribeth was right.

Lord Nasher looked up and watched the face of one of his most devoted knights. "It was ironic that his devotion for his lord made him do things that were not … righteous," the king thought, "Yet, he only did it because he believed it would protect me. Should I punish him or should I congratulate him?"

He looked around and saw the lords' son, Nevalle. The boy, luckily, had not heard the news. He had been staring in wonder at the many knights. The boy was a promising fighter. Lord Nasher was sure Nevalle would once join the ranks of the Neverwinter Nine. He had the same devotion as his father, but had warmth over him. "The same warmth as his mother had," the king thought.

Looking back at the knight in front of him, he still had no idea what to do. The knight seemed to know this.

"Milord, why don't we talk this through in a much quieter room? There is a lot to discuss."

Lord Nasher gave a regal nodded. "That is a good idea. Let's go to my private quarters."

Lord Nasher stood up and immediately everyone stood up too. Nevalle reacted a bit too late and blushed. Nasher, who had seen this, smiled at the boy to appease him. This made they boy blush even more, but on the other hand, it made him proud.

"She isn't dead milord." He stated emphatically.

Lord Nasher had just arrived in his quarters and surprised, turned around to watch at his knight. "What do you mean?"

"She survived, milord. I wounded her, in her face. If she ever returns, she will be wearing a scar on her cheek. But I don't think she'll return. I scared her a lot…" He explained.

And she scared me too... the knight thought.

Lord Nasher seemed to be relieved.

"Good. I would not be able to sleep at night, knowing you had killed an innocent child." Lord Nasher murmured.

"I hardly believe she's innocent, milord. She killed four of my men, without hesitation. And she… kicked me." He ranted.

"To defend herself probably..."

Isabelle had passed through Fort Locke and had heard from the soldiers there that West Harbor was a good village to rest. The village was far enough from Neverwinter they wouldn't know who she was, so she should be safe enough. She bound her brown hair together and grabbed her little dagger. Before she could continue, she had to hunt for food. In the past months, she had learned to take care of herself. Hunting and killing animals wasn't, a problem anymore.

She had lost some weight, but on the other hand, she was stronger than ever before. Her body was now well trained, and that was what she wanted. In time, she wanted to become the best fighter and sorcerer there was in this world. Only, so she would be able to avenge Lady Aribeth. The girl looked up and saw a rabbit nearby. "Let's get him!"

Years passed by and Isabelle grew up. She became a beautiful strong fighter, known in West Harbor and Fort Locke for helping them out with bandits and other evil. Daeghun invited her to celebrate the yearly High Harvest Fair, an event she didn't want to miss. Not only would she see her friends again, but also it gave her the chance to hear from some people and catch up on what has been happening in Neverwinter. She had stayed far away from the city, but had heard one rumor: Nevalle's father had been killed by orcs, and Nevalle himself was now part of the Nine.

In the years that had passed she had never forgot him. Every single word she had heard about him, had made her stronger. It made her want to go to Neverwinter faster, but she knew she had to be patient. If she went too quickly, someone might recognize her and she wasn't strong enough to face Neverwinter… yet.

A couple of weeks before the Fair started, Isabelle arrived in West harbor. The first thing she saw was Georg training the militia. Bevil was the first one to notice her and he waved. She waved back and smiled when he was scolded, for allowing his attention stray from training. When the training was finally over, Bevil went over to her. Isabelle, with her half elf blood, was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen .The scar on her face didn't make her look ugly, it made her look strong and very independent. Most men were too overwhelmed by her to make a move, including Bevil. And from people in the town he had heard she loved someone, but was not able to be with him. He had believed it from the moment he had seen her. Isabelle had something over her, wherefore every man knew her heart was meant for someone else. She was a couple years older than him, but when you looked into her brown eyes, you had the feeling she was a lot older. It was as if she had already lived a lifetime, yet that wasn't true. The villagers knew not much of her past, her father was died because of the plague and her mother had left her father when she was still very young. She was trained in martial arts and in sorcery, yet no one knew where. She also had a great knowledge of the world and could tell stories of lost mysteries no one had ever heard.

Her ways made it clear to him that she was from a noble family, but if she indeed was, then why was she here? And why was she alone? The only one who seemed to know everything about her was Daeghun but if there was one man Bevil would avoid it was Randars'father, Daeghun. Thinking of Randar made him suddenly realize that the young man would like to know Isabelle was here. Randar was, with his twenty years, only one year younger than Bevil, but had a sense of adventure which often scared Bevil. Randar wasn't afraid of anything. Going in the swamps was great and not dangerous and whenever Isabelle spoke of cities and towns far away from West Harbor, Randar wanted to go there and make his own adventures. But since he was half drow, he would not be welcomed outside this town. Even in West Harbor, they watched him carefully when he passed, as if he was something evil.

"Deep in thought, Bevil? That's not like you!" She teased.

Bevil smiled. Isabelle always teased him; she never let an opportunity pass by.

"Yeah, I was thinking about Randar. I think he would like to know you're here."

Isabelle smiled and nodded.

"I know, Bevil. I was heading to Daeghuns'house right now. Do you want to come along? You can tell me what has occurred in the village since I've left last time." She offered

"Good, sounds great!"

He put his sword away and gave the shield to another militia member. After that, he began to tell Isabelle everything. How Lewy Jons was using magic potion to grow his pigs bigger, how Georg had injured himself by falling over someone's shield. Bevil didn't mention who it was, but when Isabelle asked, his ears became suspiciously red and he quickly went over to another subject. Amie was becoming more successful in her magic training, but she still doesn't much confidence in herself.

"A shame. She has a lot of promise inside her. I hope Tamas can help her; otherwise, I would love to help. But I'm not sure if she'll like that,"

Bevil started laughing. It was common knowledge that Amie didn't like Isabelle. Bevil thought it was jealousy because Isabelle was a better sorcerer, but Isabelle knew better. Amie had fallen hard in love with Randar, despite his drow blood. But because every time Isabelle was in town Randar had left Amie alone to spend time with the half elf, Amie had come to the conclusion that Randar was in love with Isabelle. Something she found very amusing. She knew Randar was just interested in her stories. He wanted to make his own adventures, wanted to take a step into the world. For his sake, she hoped he would be able to do that.

"Well, we're here. Are you're going to knock or should I?" Bevil asked.

"I think it's safer if I knock, Bevil. As far as I know, Daeghun still doesn't like you very much."

Bevil shook his head.

"Neither do I like him." He muttered.

Isabelle grinned and knocked. After a couple of minutes, Daeghun opened the door. "Isabelle? This is a lovely surprise."

He looked next to her, saw Bevil and frowned.

"What are you doing here, Bevil? You need Randar? He went hunting this morning and still hasn't returned I am expecting him late this evening."

"Yeah, I know that. I was just escorting Isabelle to here." He muttered.

"Well, you've done a great job. Now leave us alone. Isabelle and I have a lot to talk about." Daeghun snapped glaring at the boy.

Isabelle smiled softly at Bevil and nodded to make him clear he should do what Daeghun said.

"Thanks Bevil. Say hi to Amie for me." She told him.

"You really want me to do that?" Bevil asked surprised.

"It can't be bad…" She hesitated when Bevil smirked.

"Trust me, it can. But if you really insist, I will do as you say." He grimaced at the thought of his new mission.

He turned around and walked towards the bridge how lead to the centre of town.

"Come in Isabelle, we have a lot to talk about."

"Yes we do have a lot to talk about Daeghun. I think the time has come…" She sighed.

Daeghun looked closely at her and saw a strong woman standing before him, certain of her path in life, even if it would lead to her death.

He nodded softly. "Yes, I believe you are correct." He said quietly.