The door abruptly flung open, sounding loudly as it slammed against the wall. Another figure appeared in the overly-crowded tavern, hands raised cheerfully in a stretching welcome to it's guest. "My favored peasants!" The figure exclaimed rather casually, "I have returned!" Behind the clattering utensils and numerous conversations throughout the tavern, however, her rather vocal welcoming had blended in as just another loud voice within the crowd.

A few eating figures looked over momentarily at the new guest, before returning back to their meal. One man in particular, sitting at the table of the large pack, made a grunted sigh before digging his spoon back into his dish, in order to prepare for his next bite. "She's at it 'again'." he mumbled rather wearisomely to another man in front of him. "Whose at it again'?" The younger man curiously mumbled back in return, a curious eye fixed on the the tavern's new guest.

"Behold," She began exclaiming to the surrounding guests across the tavern. "The the greatest scholar of the lands, the mightiest practicer of the magic arts, has again need for assistance! Who shall take up arms in this great and wondrous opportunity?!" Her arms were spread out in a fashion, as if they were awaiting to hug anyone who would choose to come forth, as she turned in a circle from her spot, searching for any potential taker around her. The most common response were ignores, as various guests walked passed her as if she didn't even exist. However, quite a few others also made agitated grumbles and sighs, communicating it wasn't their first experience with seeing her.

"Ma'am, the gentleman in the back wishes to discuss your offer." As the words left the server's lips, a pleased facial expression revealed itself, as Izzey turned to face her. She examined the indicated quiet and isolated figure in the back a few seconds, her expression remaining, before putting two hands on the other woman's shoulders, "Great server Catherine! You've done a marvelous deed for today! The gods surely bless you." "It's Clara…" The woman replied with a sigh."Exactly!" Izzey responded, giving little to no acknowledgement of the correction, as she began to make her confident stride towards the apparently interested indivudal. It took her a a few moments to finally find her seat in front of the individual, as the large crowd was a bit challenging to get through, as well as the large pack sitting close to his table. Eventually, though, she'd take her seat front of the man, an enthusiastic and confident smile on her face. "I knew it all along!" she began, "They said, he would not have the bravery to accept it, but I told them, 'He has a heart of steel and iron!' "Leaning forward at the individual from her seat at the table,  she finished with, "What was your name, again? " A suddenly lost expression on her face.

"Al!" She exclaimed, immediately taking it upon herself to provide him with a nickname, whether he desired one or not. "How could I have forgotten? Of course! The legendary Izzey Ius never forgets a face." Observing the man for a few seconds, she continued, "However you seem a lot more…taller and less overweight than I remember. Have you been dieting?" Lost in her own ramblings and thoughts for a few more moments, her attention was quickly redrawn by the man's question.

"Of course! What more wondrous opportunity could there be, than being in the very presence of someone as great as myself? And yet…I lack muscle." She continued, flexing her right arm. 

"Have you seen them? They say, 'There she is, the greatest of magicians, the legend of the land!' Hurling their arrows and charging their blades frantically towards me. Who shall blame them for their enthusiasm? For my greatness is worthy of such admiration. Yet, how shall any magician concentrate on spells, under such circumstances? And yet…." She paused, widening her dilated eyes in an attempt to insert her same enthusiasm in the heart of the man, "Treasures and gold they posses. Riches beyond measure, beyond the imagination of any of these peasants of the land. All of it, yours! Abrecht's for the taking! King Abrecht's! How wondrously opportune!"

A few snarkles could be heard in response from a few guest sitting at the other table. They were obviously enjoying the scene.

Her enthusiastic expression remained, eyes continuing to sparkle as the man asked his inquiry. She remained quiet for some time, waiting for the serving girl to do her work, and looking at her suspiciously, before continuing to speak.

"King Albrecht, you are wise, as a king should be." She eventually spoke, quite seriously toned now, as she suddenly began to reach into a small satchel on her side. What would come across the table, would be something quite large, something quite old and worn, with strong indents where it had been folded, further indicating it's age; a map. The paper was so fragile and worn, it looked as if the slightest force would tear the thing apart. The browning of the paper further indicated it's very worn aging. The drawings of the map itself were fading, yet still quite visible enough to understand what the locations were. However, the most important feature of this map, was what had been added to it with quill and ink. With quill and ink, were drawn circlings of various locations. Each circled location, had a tiny written list of things written on each side. Some of the things on this list were unreadable, either in a foreign language, or perhaps no language at all. Other things, while pronounceable, seemed to have no known or understood meaning. Yet there were a few things, which were readable. The few things which could be read on the list seemed to be various spells names of some sort. The circlings and writing style was so finely and intricately done, that it looked like something completely impossible to have been done by it's current owner, given her current mental state.

Izzey's eye lit with joy, as she heard the man's response, and observed him getting his gear together. "Yeees, you see it now too!" She exclaimed, refolding the map together, and placing it back into her small satchel. "We finally share the same eyes! You and I, we see it! We see that which these simple-minded peasants cannot possibly imagine!"

There were more snarkles from the other table, along with surprise, when it was seen that Albrecht was now in the process of gathering his gear together after hearing out the mad woman's ramblings. "Nice knowin ya, mate." One man from the other table mumbled, insinuating sure demise.

"You need only require our courage and fire!" Izzey replied, as she stood up enthusiastically.

"Izzey Ius!" A roaring exclamation suddenly sounded from outside the tavern door. The voice held such great authority that the once great multitude of sounds of conversation and clattering utensils within the tavern came to a sudden silence, as it's inhabitants now directed their gazes outside. "Under the Adeluna Guard you are under arrest!"

"Uh oh.." The woman lowly mumbled.