[IC] The Dragonmaster's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

[DontEvenAsk]

Iseldra frowns. "I don't know what you saw, but whatever it is, I think the horses smell it. Kersik, too, isn't that right, Kersik?" She says that last in baby talk, briskly petting Kersik in the fashion she reserves for when he's done a good job of something but his work is far from done. She halfheartedly tries to hide her concern for him, but when her heart's not in it her face is easy to read, and right now it speaks greatly to her worry.

She purses her lips, considering. "Would someone please pass me my armor? I won't need help getting into it like Aelthas, but, I mean, it would be so helpful. And faster! I don't want to slow us down or anything, you know?" Of course Iseldra isn't worthy to just ask any other Lightbringer for help. She's not senior enough. It would be rude. Or, that's what she tells herself, anyway.