To think that her proud, persnickety brother would ever let such a feeble, youthful creature into Glaciem was beyond her, but then again.. a three legged child could certainly do wonders to bolster anyone's pride. That must be it, she assumed as she looked the boy over. There wasn't much else he could be good for, unless he had a knack for hunting or healing. An ear would crinkle as he offered his name, simplistic in nature 'Talon'. She would nod as he went on. He had come with a woman, Euphrosyne. Well, that made more sense. Perhaps Isardis had accepted him as part of a package to get the woman into his harem. Yes, that sounded about right. "I haven't," she would mention because she had indeed never met the woman he spoke of. Was she youthful too? Isardis certainly had a taste for young girls. Her lip curled up slightly at the thought. She wasn't exactly jealous of the attention he gave his personal harlots, she was only irked that so little of it was given to her. Though perhaps it wasn't all his fault. She hadn't exactly been seeking him out daily. "I'm the Sentinel of Glaciem, Sendoa Armada." Last name was uttered with pride, linked directly to the King's - why else would she bother mentioning it? Nose would drop to the kill, no longer interested in it. She nudged it in one swift motion toward him. "Here, eat." That was an order he ought not refuse. "You look like you might blow away if caught by a strong enough wind." A feeble, sickly thing would not bode well for Glaciem's reputation.
