Jul 24 10:22:44 105 PA

From Chronicles

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Rath'tklan is visible at this point, looming near to the fountain itself. He is the only one here given the late hour, and can be instantly recognized due to the twain crimson glows of his armor's optic sensors as well as the staff leaning on his shoulder. In his right hand is a tome of some sort, and he paces as he reads.

Desmond comes into the garden steadily on a hunch. One that pays off as he is not too far in before he notes a familiar presence at the fountain. It will be as he approaches that he notes that he realizes he has no name for this one. Thus there is a pause before his deep voice lifts to give a greeting when he is still a respectable distance away. "Greetings. I had hoped to find you quickly." As ever he walks unarmored and lightly armed.

Robert wanders into the garden from the library. A pencil is in his mouth being chewed on thoughtfully as he ambles along. After a moment, he scrubs at his eyes to try to work some of the lazy feeling out of them. He turns his head when he hears Desmond speak and stops a moment to see what's going on.

Rath'tklan turns his head towards Desmond, the crimson glow seeming to survey him. "You have a friend." He begins, simply. "A human. Perhaps a foot shorter than I. On the older side. Smokes heavily. He has had many issues with Kesslan in the past. What is his name?" He does not bother with plesantries, nor does he seem to move much -- except that the tome clutched in his right hand snaps closed and is tucked under his arm. He notices Robert almost immediatly and gives him a brief look, then turning back to Desmond.

Desmond frowns slightly as he's confronted with a rather spare description. The frown not displeasure per se, more an automatic reaction to something unexpected and the though that follows as he tries to place the parameters. "I cannot say that any particular person that I know fits this description precisely," he responds steadily after a few moments thought. "One, perhaps, but I wonder what you might wish with him, if he is the one you seek. He does seem a touch reluctant to offer the tidbit of information, but he has not denied. Yet.

Robert raise a hand in a quick wave or salute to Desmond and his armored friend across the way. He gives Rath'tklan's armor a long look as if something is triggering a thought in his head before heading to a bench to rest a moment. His eyes look to slide shut for the moment.

Rath'tklan continues in the same honestly emotionless voice. "He had issues with Kesslan's behavior during your most recent vampire brawl. Supposedly for kicking an innocent civilian. He said that you had attempted to mediate a dispute between he and Kesslan several times?" His head turns, optics glinting as he looks Desmond directly in the face. "If he states that Pantherans are inferior to humans again, I am going to kill him." There is something very matter of fact in his voice. He doesn't sound angry or excited about it, more stating a very solid fact. "If he is your friend, you would be very wise to have him reign in his tongue."

Desmond shifts his eyes to the side as Robert's wave is noted on the peripheral. He dips his head to the human in acknowledgment and recognition. However Rath's words snatch his attention back and his frown deepens. "Roulin never said that Pantherans were inferior to humans," he states in no uncertain terms. "If you took this from Kesslan's words, then he has misspoken or been misunderstood. Kesslan did believe that he was being talked down to, but I do not believe that was the intent in this man's words. He is honorable and, more than most, a stout companion. I would advise that you not raise a hand against him." There is a pause before he takes a step closer and rumbles, "There are better targets than he. Which is what I have come to speak to you on."

Robert's eyes still seem to be closed for the moment, but his lips are moving as he thinks about something. A few muttered "paws and claws" can be heard as he's trying to piece together what's nagging at his mind. Finally, once Kesslan's name is dropped, the eyes fly open and focus on Rath'tklan. "So that's the 'other' Kessland mentioned," he says his thoughts aloud.

Rath'tklan shakes his head quietly. "No." He says, simply. "I take the words from his own mouth. I engaged in polite conversation with him today, and when the subject of Kesslan came about I asked for details. Naturally I am interested. Only to be told that human standards are too high for our kind to live up to. These are his own words spoken to me. And that he was sorry for expecting Kesslan, or I to be the equal of a human. I am an assassin, Desmond, not a murderer. My self control is my pride. But if he speaks such again, I will end him. I will not tolerate our kind being spoken as such, even if it is by a fool who knows not better. Kesslan will feel much the same when he is told." He does not yet speak of the better targets -- clearly wanting to get this sewn up. Robert's voice catches his audial though and his head snaps around, surveying him. "So it would seem." He simply says.

Desmond keeps that frown, mulling this. "I will speak with Roulin.. seek his truth and advise him to take care with his words," the big male promises. "I will admit, I find it hard to believe that he would speak in this way." Nor does he seem all that pleased in general. His head turns to regard Robert for a moment before he asks Rath, "Would you share your name with me? It seems.. improper to refer to you in any other way."

Robert looks up and blinks a bit not realizing he spoke. "Ah. Sorry," he says with a bit of a sheepish grin. "Skeletal motifs make me nervous and curious."

Rath'tklan inclines his head to Desmond in a thankful gesture. "The fact that he is associated with you is what keeps him upon this world. I assure you, Desmond, I am not the sort who typically gives out such plesantries. Insulting my kind is the quickest way of wearing out my welcome, short of questioning my honor. I assure you, I would not lie. What I have spoken is what I have heard. I hold no ill regard towards yourself over this as well -- you are not responsible for his foolish mouth." There is a pause, another long look at Robert taken. "I am called Rath'tklan by my people. I do not permit informalities of my name." Again, he turns to look at Robert. Proving he learns quickly, he explains quietly. "I assure you that I am not of the Cee-Ess as you call them. I wear this armor for other reasons."

Desmond nods his head once to Rath as the name is given, slipping it away as he speaks on. "There is a complication in this, Rath'tklan. My mate, Aimee, favors Roulin as a friend. Were harm to come to him at your hand, she would not understand your motives as I do. And to tell the truth, I would prefer no violence be done against him. Better it might be for all that you simply avoid him. I understand your feelings and I give no excuse for such things.. I would not favor anyone speaking poorly of Kesslan's people, but would prefer this man remain alive. I give no command, mind you, for that is not my place. But for those who I would be close to, I seek the best balance between all."

Robert frowns as he scratches his cheek while he rattles the name 'Roulin' about his head. He absently responds to Rath'tklan, "I figured as much. Similar look, but definitely different." Slowly, the elevator makes its way to the top as his eyes light up. "Isn't Roulin supposed to be helping on stopping whatever is making those artificial rifts?"

"You must forgive me then, if you understand my point of view and motives, when I state that I do not care. I will not give you my word that no harm will occur to him, as that would only encourage the fool to more antics. Perhaps you will give him the same advice that you have given me, to avoid and be silent. I state a final time, that I am not trifling." He then drops the subject there; and looks over his shoulder at Robert as though to confirm the statement. "Regardless, Desmond and....." He indicates with a nod of his head towards Robert to prompt for a name. ".... you said that there are better targets?"

Desmond nods his head once towards Robert. "He is, yes." He then looks to Rath and nods once. "I plan to give him the same advice if he is of such opinions." He then allows the topic to drop for his main intent. "Yes.. better targets. Sadly, this is not something that we can do at once.. I have promised that no move will be made until it is called for. But I would speak with you on this topic.. and prepare." The big male pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he looks to explain concisely. "I know a human female named Cali. She has recently opened a garage in the rough sector of this town. Recently I came upon trouble there, between she and a gang of thugs. Trouble came and I, another ally and she drove them away. But they are not so easily cowed." His expression darkens slightly. "I wish to prepare to eliminate their leader. To cut the head from the snake, so to speak. Atticus, Cali's mate, plans to try and seek a non-violent path.. but I do not think he will succeed. I wish to be prepared to act should there be a need and I feel you would be a favorable companion in this."

With a small leather-bound book carried in her left hand, a petite redheaded woman quietly makes her way into the gardens. Often a place where she comes, she pauses just within, hearing voices even though she cannot make out the words. Isabeau wanders her blue-eyed gaze across the area, chewing a little at the inside of her lower lip as she notices the knot of a few folk. A different path then does she choose, taking one which will instead have her pass somewhat near before she comes to a small bench which is near to some manner of blooming plant. Unless given a reason to pause, she will continue her path until reaching the bench and stopping there, settling with one of her feet tucked away beneath her.

"Robert," the man easily supplies to Rath. Robert perks and turns to Desmond as he talks about Cali. "I haven't spoken with her in a few days due to some research I've been doing as well as trying to get some time with KDPD for some more information. Are they alright? What happened and why?"

Rath'tklan hrms. "Oh, and one other thing?" He asks. "I'm not responsible for Kesslan's actions when he hears about this." He says, flatly and leaves it at that once again. He listens carefully to Desmond's story, and reaches into one of his belt pouches to toss Desmond a datapad in a low arc. "As much information as you know, in that, given to me by tomorrow so that I may start my tracking. As specific as you are able, all details that you are able to remember, about every single individual involved. I will wish to speak to this.... Cali as well. However, I would prefer to be supplied with information so that I may do some work on my own. Further, my involvement in this is not to be revealed to the enemy until I am quite ready. My methods are... different than many would expect." Very clear, concise speech -- the statement of someone who has said this sort of thing many tmies before. As Isabeau enters, he peers slightly at her. "You are attractive, for a human." He states, bluntly. There is no self-interest there to suggest he is hitting on her or wants any sort of follow up, just a concise statement of appreciation. And then back to the death negotiation. "How inflamed is the situation, thus far, Desmond? Is the enemy aware that you are soliciting help?"

Desmond catches the datapad easily, the movement quick and accurate. a hint of the natural mix of training and natural prowess within him. Though as he lifts the device to look at it, he does so with a sense of bemusement. "I know not the use of such things as this.. it was not part of my training. But I can write out as much as I remember and provide it to you.. you can read the language of the humans here?" He then goes on without looking to Robert, knowing he answers the man's question as well. "It is likely I made things worse, I will admit. I came upon the incident by accident. Cali and Katsumi, one of my trusted allies, were faced with these thugs. They were making demands for payment. It is a practice of gangs in the Dregs, I have heard. To demand payment for 'protection'. THe situation turned foul and there was battle. I was not prepared, but fortunately they were not as well. I cut down two of their number before the leader called for a halt to the hostilities. I sought to ward them off with strong words, but those words were not heeded. They will return with greater numbers.. Atticus sees this, but still hopes to solve the issue with words. His aim is admirable, but given the leader's words, I suspect it will be futile." He steps up to Rath to lift and offer the datapad back to him. "They know that there are others that would stand with her, for I have stated as much. May are her friends, those who would stand with her. She is.. innocent."

Interesting, sometimes, how it can take so lightly to actually make a person stop. For Isabeau, all it really takes... is words. And even more than that, words from a stranger whom she's never even laid eyes upon before. She stops, her skirts whispering against her legs, and her blue-eyed gaze turns to the man who spoke that handful of words to her, and she blinks a little. Caught in a moment of surprise, her eyes are just a touch wide, and a warm blush of colour rises into her cheeks as she ducks her chin. "Thank you," Isabeau says softly, her gaze coming cast from beneath the veil of her lashes. She remembers herself after a moment, though, to continue her way to the bench, the blush lingering rather fiercely in her cheeks.

Robert makes a sour face as he listens to Desmond's story. He taps a finger nail on his tooth as he thinks about what he's heard and what might happen. "Rifts' hellspawn. Are you," he starts out in a elevated almost alarmed voice before he gets control over it and lowers it considerably so it's not carrying, "Are you /seriously/ considering having a gang leader taken out? Are you sure that'll actually solve the problem and not simply send the gang into a chaotic tizzy?" He gives Rath a quick glance, "No offense meant to you, sir." Turning back to Desmond, he continues, "But what happens if he's discovered, and it's linked back to you and Cali?"

Rath'tklan takes the datapad easily and returns it to the belt loop. "If you cannot write so much, then a verbal record via audio device will suffice. I hope you will forgive me to say such, but that was amateur of you. It would have been dealt with far better to lure their leader into a trap and simply off him there. But, my apologies as well as I was not there; I do not know how the situation unfolded." The assassin steps back, lifting his staff to his shoulder. "Where will I find you tomorrow with the information that I seek?" He then rotates his body to study Robert for a moment. "I am hardly such an amateur as to think the removal of a single individual will solve the issue, Rob-ert." He doesn't quite get the prounciation of the name right, probably because he is off world. "And I do not think that it would make their situation much worse. Having slain some of their members, he is marked for death already, as is she. Further, I am... discrete. If there is trouble to be caused, it will not come from I. I have worked in much worse circumstances before. I only fear that my methods will take more time than I have available." Looking past Robert, the asssain finds himself looking at Isabeau again, but only briefly; eyes hidden behind the faint glow of his armor's -- watching her reaction. "Merely giving credit where it is due. It has been my experience that one rarely sees such qualities in themselves, and to be told is ample reminder."

Desmond looks to Robert then, taking in his words without a flicker in his steady expression. "It is a means of taking the head off the snake. Chaos within the gang will distract it from doing further damage. If need me, there can be a ruse to turn their eyes to a rival gang, allowing them to grind each other raw." Though that does remind him, looking back to Rath to rumble, "Atticus says he has someone seeking information on this gang. You might speak with him as well, in time." When Rath refers to his actions as 'amateur', the big male merely dips his head slightly. "Perhaps. I will be honest.. I know not the ways of these people. But I am determined to right this wrong, thus I prepare and thus I have come to you. And will offer myself should you need a partner for this. But remember.. I have promised Atticus no action will be taken in the now. Prepare.. but do not strike. It is not my preference, but this is with regard to his mate.. his property. I am inclined to bow to his will in this, as is proper."

Desmond adds, "I live near to Kesslan, I will leave the written documentation in his abode for you."

Isabeau doesn't pay too much attention to the rest of the conversation, having deemed it to be 'not her business'. And for those things which aren't her business, it's best she doesn't pay much attention to it lest she get into trouble by having heard. Though the stranger's words does cause her to look again to him, the blush renewing itself into her cheeks. Her chin tucks a little, again, and some of her hair slips forward over one of her shoulders to create a veil there. Quietly, then, she opens the slender tome that she had brought with her, her gaze lowering to the words on the pages, flipping a few before she finds where she had left off. A hint of a furrow touches her brow, for the emerald velvet ribbon which had been in the book is no longer there, though that doesn't seem to bother her too much other than the inconvenience of it.

Robert stands up slowly and heaves a sigh as he listens to the two cats talk. A furrowed brow and a serious frown crosses his face as he crosses his arms across his chest. He gives Desmond a long, hard look as if trying to will the last few statements to be a fantasy. "Y...you'd start are gang war in the Dregs? Even if it'd temporarily take pressure off of Cali, there's a very real chance that in a few months that the situation could be even worse." Slowly, he shakes his head before he asks quietly, "Stay this plan for a bit. Let Atticus gather his information. Heck, let Rath'tklan gather some as well." He motions to himself. "I'll be happy to do so as well, though I'm not horribly well suited to it. Just don't jump into such a thing with blood on your mind and violence in your heart. History shows it only begets misery and woe." He's very focused on Desmond and Rath right now that he hasn't noticed Isabeau's arrival.

Rath'tklan inclines his head to Robert once again. "I repeat, I am not an amateur. Any assassin worth his employ researches a situation properly first, for a multitude of reasons. Calm yourself." He then straightens up, and indicates the exit. "I need to be somewhere." He states, quietly. "Good day to you all." His staff is briefly raised to Isabeau and then the assassin departs; heading out into the museum proper.

Desmond emits a low, deep huff as he looks to Robert. "I have said already, Robert, that this is only preparation.. that this is not to be done yet," he states, words given firmness. As Rath speaks of departure, he looks to him and dips his head once. "Thank you for your assistance in this." Then he returns his attention to the human, a slight frown returning to his expression. "I would prefer a non-violent solution, but I am not so naive to believe it will be likely. Should it not, I have no qualms about guiding those who would bring such trouble to an innocent to destroy each other. Better it would be for all that they focus their misdirected violence against each other than those who are too weak to defend themselves."

Isabeau lifts her attention, if only briefly, to the small knot of folk, and she tilts her head slightly to one side. Her gaze settles on the stranger when he moves to leave, and she inclines her head slightly to him, a wordless farewell being offered. Yet, her gaze falls again to the words on the pages, without speaking anything, and for the time being, she continues to read. Shifting her position slightly, she crosses her free leg over the bent one, seeming not only familiar in the position but comfortable as well.

Robert gives a quick raised hand salute to Rath as he leaves before giving Desmond another long, hard stare. "Alright," he finally says, "Just preparations. What you do is what you do, and there's no way I'll likely stop you from doing what you feel is right." He shrugs a bit before sighing, "I don't disagree that there will likely be some form of violence. Protection schemes tend to be run by unreasonable people." He then pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut. "Sorry for getting heated, but the sheer possibilities of the fallout... well, they give me a headache." Once he looks up and around he notices Isabeau. "Hi. You look to be better than last I saw you."

Desmond shakes his head slightly and rumbles, "Yes, much can happen. But there is but one aspect that is of importance and that is seeing that Cali's property is respected and left unmolested." He then looks towards Isa as Robert addresses her. Far too ensconced in this predicament before, he now notices her and dip his head toward her. "Greetings," he offers simply, the big male still in a subtly tense state. Bair Wesley pages: hey sorry Work got me damn it.

Knowing Robert's attention is upon her simply because he speaks to her, she tarries only a brief moment more before lifting her blue-eyed gaze to the two who have remained. A smile touches at the corners of her lips, and then she gives a small nod, a bit of a sparkle reflecting in her eyes. "Ah, good day, Robert. Thank you, yes... I do feel better now than when last we met," Isabeau says softly, her tone thoughtful. But then, her hands aren't bleeding now as they were then. "I wish to thank you, for your help that day... I appreciate it," she adds, a smile again tugging at the corners of her lips. Her gaze turns to Desmond, and she gives a small nod of greeting to him. "Greetings to you, also," she adds, a smile touching her lips once more. "I trust you both are well?" she asks softly, looking between the two of them, briefly.

Robert relaxes his posture considerably from a moment ago. "You're welcome. Though I didn't do much. I've never seen anyone bleed like that before though." He blinks a bit as he thinks about why he was out in the library garden in the first place. "Well, I'm fine. I just came out to take a break from studying." A bemused grin crosses his face before he says, "Guess I got one in a way, even if it was just a hair odd."

"I am.. troubled," Desmond admits. "But it is not something that you need worry for." His tension lingers and, after a moment, he looks between the two. "I should depart. I must write out much for Rath'tklan. And then I must go to watch over Cali's Garage, I do not wish to leave Katsumi alone too long there. I bid you both farewell."

Isabeau tilts her head slightly to one side as she looks up at Desmond, and then she gives a small nod, her expression thoughtful in nature. "I am sorry, to hear that you are troubled. Fare you well," she says softly, her tone reflecting a certain amount of concern to it. Her attention turns to Robert then, addressing what he had said, and she gives a small nod. "You cleansed the wounds, and that was much in and of itself. As to the bleeding... it just sort of happens," she says softly, then lifts one of her shoulders in a faint shrug as though almost to dismiss it. "What have you been studying, if you do not mind my asking?" she asks softly, her eyes reflecting curiosity.

Robert gives another raise hand to Desmond to acknowledge his departure. "Be well then. If she wants, I can see if some spells of mine might help her and Atticus have some warning if others should pay a visit." Turning back to Isabeau, he nods thoughtfully, "Really? It's a bit disconcerting as most people stop bleeding fairly quickly from such minor wounds. Um, as to my studies, I'm checking old journals and various texts about rifts and how they are generated. I'm hoping for some odd bit of inspiration to strike."

"You should speak to Atticus on that.. I know not of magic," Desmond rumbles. He then dips his head to each in turn. "Farewell," he offers before he turns away. He strides off steadily, his long strides given an edge of haste. Things to do.

The small redheaded woman raises an eyebrow slightly, and then she gives a small nod. "I can see how that would be a good thing to know, considering the nature of such things," she says softly, her tone tthoughtful in nature. She, herself, doesn't know much about rifts or how they work, which is likely indicated in how she speaks of them. She glances to Desmond as he takes his leave, then brings her attention back to Robert, looking up at him. "It is, I suppose, disconcerting. It is part of why I tend to be careful, because I know once it starts, it is not easily stopped," Isabeau says softly, a small smile touching her lips. "I learned of it, many years ago, when I was but a child," she adds, then lifts one of her shoulders in a faint shrug.

Robert scratches the back of his head and nods. "I see. Though, it was odd that you passed out though. I didn't think you had lost that much blood. The other guy who ran into you found a medic who was able to stem the bleeding. Then Etienne took you home. Quite a bruhaha over what would normally be a simple thing." He shakes his head. "Myself, I had to go home and get a bit of meditation in before work. Sleep deprivation and sharp knives don't mix well."

The petite woman quirks a bit of a smile, and then she lightly shakes her head a little. "It was not so very odd, truly. Not eating and then getting hurt and losing that amount of blood tends to leave me in such a state," she says softly, a bit of a blush touching her cheeks. "It was enough blood to lose... Korban's cloth was rather soaked with it, as was the fabric of my dress," Isabeau comments, her tone thoughtful. "Etienne, he is a good man, to have taken me home. What is it that you do, with your sharp knives?" she asks curiously, looking up at him.

Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly, and then she gives a small nod. "That sounds to be quite interesting, to get to work in a restaurant," she says softly, her eyes showing a sparkle of interest to them. She's quiet for a brief moment as she considers what he's said about Etienne, and then she lifts one of her shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "I do not know if I would consider he and I to be a couple... it is not something that he and I have talked of, though we have come to be friends," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. "I do not think that he loses his temper very easily," she adds, shifting her weight a little.

Robert chuckles a bit. "That's a good thing then. Anyway, it's an interesting job, but the chef in charge can get demanding at times, especially during a rush. That's a large crowd. The pay's good enough to keep a roof over my head since just the practice of magic itself doesn't pay that well." He winks a bit as he says that. "So what is it that you do when you're not hanging around this garden, Isabeau?"

The small woman raises an eyebrow slightly, and then she gives a little bit of a nod, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I imagine so... but then, the chef in charge is the one responsible for all of the food which goes out of the kitchen," she says softly, her eyes showing a bit of a sparkle to them. Isabeau has a passing familiarity with how kitchens work. "I do what I can, usually. I don't have a job, as of yet, if that's what you mean, though. I wander the city a lot, though," she says softly, a smile touching at the corners of her lips.

Robert gives a quick one-shouldered shrug. "True enough. I know why he'd be so strict. Sometimes, though, I wonder if he was drill sargeant before he became a chef." He looks thoughtful as Isabeau talks. "Well, I suppose if you're good at living off the land, it doesn't matter as much. Naturally, your skills dictate what kind of job you're good at too. Plus you've got Etienne to help out if need be." He grins a bit. "So it looks like you might be well looked after in that regards."

Isabeau laughs lightly, and then she gives a small nod. "I think many chefs were drill sergeants before becoming chefs... or at least, it seems likely," she comments, her eyes holding a sparkle to them. "I can live off the land if I have to, but I have heard that outside the city walls is not always the safest place to venture. I grew up on a vineyard... so, a lot of my skills tend to revolve around that -- the caring of the plants and making the wine, using herbs and things to heal. Things like that," she says softly, her tone thoughtful. "I don't really think my skills seem to fit what many jobs are looking for," she muses, quirking a smile.

Robert's eyes get a slightly distant look as considers something. After a few moments, he returns from his reverie. "Well, if you're good with herbs and such, I know there's at least one alchemists' shop in town in the Magic District. I suppose they might be willing to buy herbs and such. Well, if you ever needed extra cash or something that is." He shrugs. "All depends on your needs and wants, really. Even outdoors skills and farming can be useful to a city like this. You have to feed the locals too."

The small woman lifts one of her shoulders in a faint shrug, and then she gives a bit of a nod. "I suppose that such things can be useful, although... farming tends to require land, first, and that, I have none of here," she muses, then again lifts another slight shrug. "It is something to worry about if I have need of extra cash, though in the meanwhile, I have little in the way of expensive needs to cause me to have such a worry," she muses, quirking a small smile. "I will keep in mind the alchemists' shop that you have mentioned, it could prove to be useful in the future," Isabeau comments, a smile touching her lips once more.

Robert smiles in return. "That's good. Travel light and all that." He looks around and considers the time. "Hmm, I should probably get going here soon. I was going to try to catch a nap soon before I had to go to work this evening."

Isabeau smiles at him, and then she gives a small nod, her blue eyes showing a sparkle to them. "I try to travel light... at least, it makes travelling easier," she says softly, quirking a smile as she watches him. "I hope that you have a good nap, then, and that you have a fairly easy evening at work," she offers, shifting her position a little as she looks up at him, giving a small nod.

Robert offers a quick wave as he turns to head out. "Thanks. Hopefully, it's a fairly even pace tonight. Be well, Isabeau."

The petite woman quirks a smile as she looks up at him, and then she gives a small nod. "Aye, hopefully it will be. Be careful, with your sharp knives," she says softly, inclining her head towards him. "Be well, Robert," she adds, holding her book closed there on her lap. Isabeau lifts a hand, to offer a wave in return, watching him as he takes his leave of her.Tags:desmond, isabeau, rath'tklan, robert