Isabel slept in her bed and outside towards the river trouble was brewing. Near the main river, plans were being made, a tall heavily built man full of scars and an eye patch across his left eye. Stood at a table, under the tent he had a map placed full of x's. 'Where you hiding, lass....' He thought, the dogs he'd sent after, all failed or ran back towards their groups.
"Sir, there has been word that the dragons have been slain, they are brining them as we speak," his second in command said, a tall man lean and fit had red hair and was high strung once going, "good, we'll make a plentiful bounty on that one...." He said.... "Soon, we'll have her in our sights...." He whispered, she'll come out of hiding or be pushed out.
It was only a matter of time, "give word to the magic user, he'll want to be apart of this...." The second in command nodded and went to deliver orders. The sorcerer was a part of the plan....smiling savagely he stuck a knife in a bare spot on the map, marking the potential safe haven she was hiding in.