No more apologies

Sirius assured Isa that her cloak wouldn't be stolen, but she still didn't want to chance it. Casting her glacial gaze about, the smaller woman moved towards one large tree and stuffed her garment carefully in a hollow. She would be able to retrieve it on the way back and it would be kept out of sight until then.

Isa kept pace with Sirius, listening as he spoke. Once he finished, she couldn't help herself and a look of sharp amusement glittered in the fae's gaze. "Ahhh, the mighty warlord doesn't know everything? Shhhhocking." The hulking brute admitted that he hadn't traveled the whole continent which was entirely understandable, but the man had a very... 'holier than thou' attitude a lot of the time, so it was amusing for Isa to point out.

"This Battlefield," the mottled woman motioned in the direction with a point of her dark nose. "What is it's purpose? Just a place for fighting?" Surely he remembered that she wasn't from these lands and so would know nothing about the rules of such a place.

"Isa"