Once the aftermath of the battle had settled, the people buried their fallen, burned the corpses of their enemies and the wounded settled. The crowd gathered, looking at this new stranger, a demonic figure, relaxed, murdered a entire horde of goblins and orcs. The people look in fear, unsureness and curiosity and then the adventurers come. Among them, the witch, she seems fine, probably some sort of magic. Isaac and his horse sit at the well, he spends the time sharpening a piece of wood, awaiting for someone to step forward to speak to him. There is commotion as Isaac looks up underneath his hat, to see what it is about. He expected the witch or one of the others to step forward, but instead it is an older woman. She steps forward, only a few feat away from him. 

Old Lady: W-What is your name stranger? 

Isaac looks up, she twitches once their eyes meet, a wicked grin plastered on his face. 

Isaac: Name's Isaac and this is my horse, Palegrim. Nice to meet you Ms... 

Bertha: M-My name is Bertha. T-Thank you for saving us Sir Isaac. 

Isaac: There is no need, it was the right thing to do. I can't just sit by and watch as innocents are killed by wild savages now, can I. 

Bertha: W-We are forever grateful for you generosity. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been here to stand. I am sad to say, but there isn't much we can do to repay you. 

Isaac: Oh, haha, there is no need for repayment. I ain't want nothing. 

Bertha: Forgive me for asking, but why? Normally people would request a woman in return or almost all gold. 

Isaac: Well, I ain't normal now, ain't I?

Bertha: N...No, I guess you are not. Forgive me for asking and being so hostile towards you, but we thought you were some kind of creation of the darkness, pure evil. 

Isaac: Maybe I am a creation of darkness, but evil. I don't consider myself evil. 

But before the old lady could the witch steps forward, she is still defensive. 

Witch: Mother, how can you talk to a demon like that? I can sense so much darkness coming off of him, it makes me feel sick. We can't trust him. 

She steps in front of Bertha, looking at Isaac with such distain. He can't help but laugh, such courage is applaudable yet so stupid. He pulls out the token from his pocket and throws it at the witch. It falls on the ground in front of her, sinking into the mud. She takes a look before picking it up. The witch looks at it for quite some time, trying to figure out what it actually is before her mother grabs it and her eyes go wide immediately. She quickly bows down before him, he clothes getting stained by the mud. 

Bertha: Please forgive our insolence, we didn't mean to offend you. 

Witch: Mother, what are you doing? 

Isaac stands up, walking to Bertha. Offering her a hand to grasp. 

Isaac: Now now, there is no need to bow down. Please, stand up, there is no need to greet me in such a formal way. We are equals, you and me. 

She stands up before retreating Isaac back his token. 

Witch: Mother, what is the meaning of this? 

Bertha: Please forgive my daughter Summer if she had offended you. 

Isaac: Haha, I ain't offended, more amused. Summer, now that is a nice name. I ain't blame her, I don't look like no sinner they would associate with. 

Summer: Mom, what is going on? 

Bertha: This man, Sir Isaac is a trusted friend of Harfort noble family. 

Summer: What?!

Isaac can't help but chuckle at Summer's reaction, especially as Bertha explains everything to her, about the Harfort's. While they do that, Isaac walks back to his horse, patting it down. Setting up the saddle. 

Bertha: Excuse me Sir Isaac, but where are you going? 

Isaac: Going forward on my journey. Why?

Bertha: At least come and join us for food, it is the least we can do. 

Isaac: Thank you for the invitation but you better put that food on the plates of children and the injured. I have no need to eat or drink. 

Bertha: You truly are a saint in a facade of wickedness. 

Isaac: Haha, I like that. Actually, I could use some pointers. What is the closes city to here, or town? 

Bertha: Certainly. If you follow the road south you will eventually reach Pavega, this lands main city. 

Isaac: Thank you. Well, I am off, please take care of everyone. 

Bertha: We will. May you have a safe journey. 

Isaac tips his hat and sets off, slowly trotting away from the village. It always feel nice to help out folk in need. Now, he might not look like a hero, or sometimes act like one, but he ain't no monster that is for sure. Along his ride to the town of Pavega he passes through a forest and in the dead of the night he hears giggling coming from a small path leading further and deeper into the forest itself. The curiosity gets the better of him and he simply has to go and investigate what is actually going on. A unnatural mist settles down as he gets closer. For his safety he grabs his Remington and grips it tightly. He comes across a large tree with a small fire lit under it, but no one is around. Dismounting his horse he investigates the place, it appears to be some sort of ritual. He then hears giggling and chatter around him, but nevertheless, he remains calm, not showing much emotion. 

Isaac: Why don't yall come out so we can talk? There ain't no need for secrecy. 

There is silence for a couple passing moment but finally they emerge. Small little creatures, fairies. But not the colorful kind, not as vibrant as you would expect, they are in varying colors of darker shade. Their colors more befit the dark night than the sunny day. Nevertheless, they appear joyous, curious, flying all around him. One of them hovers not far away from his face, her two little red eyes stare at him, her wings of dark red, thorny vines wrap around her little frame. 

Fairy: Hello mister, what is your name? 

Isaac: Isaac and what is yours little one?

Nora: Nora. You are a strange one Isaac. Why is that?

Isaac: Haha, not the first time someone called me strange. Now, as to why, I could not tell you. You too are strange, aren't fairy normally all vibrant and colorful. 

Nora: Mean. But yes, our sisters and brothers from day are those that are more known. We are considered demonic and evil, but we aren't. We are good, you have to believe us mister.

Isaac: I believe ya. Not everything that is dark is evil. I heard ya singing and giggling. Was it some ritual? 

Nora: N..No, we were just playing. Was that what brought you here? 

Isaac: Well, I heard the noise in the middle of the forest which I found weird and simply had to investigate. 

Nora: I see. I must say, you have strange looking horse and gear. You are really weird. 

Isaac: Well thank you. That is my stead Palegrim. 

Nora: Would you like to visit the queen? 

Isaac: I am sorry, the queen? 

Nora: Yes. 

Isaac: Well ain't that kind of, sudden? I mean, we don't know nothing about each other and here you are, calling me to meet your queen. Does she know? 

Nora: You are correct. 

Isaac: See..

Nora: We will contact her, please wait. 

He watches the fairies fly away, he stares in bewilderment and utter shock. These fairies are so childish and naive, yet there is a sweet innocence in their souls that you simply can't help but adore. The fairies come back. 

Nora: She is willing to meet with you. 

Isaac: And how the hell am I meant to do that exactly? 

Nora: Sit back and watch. 

Nora and her friends fly above the fire and with some kind of spell a portal opens. He is kind of amazed by this, magic sure is fascinating. 

Nora: The horse must stay, but don't worry, my friends will watch out for it. 

Isaac turns to his horse. 

Isaac: Be good fella, I'll be back shortly. Behave. 

With that, he steps through the portal alongside Nora and quickly finds himself in some sort of fairy land. All colorful, despite the night with many flowers and bugs illuminating the ground. Trees all around him glow with a faint hue, small houses here and there. They walk forward, the other fairies watch with curiosity. They walk like this until finally they reach a large tree, bigger than your usual tree and much more prosperous. A large flower sits at the bottom of it's trunk and soon it opens to reveal a person he had not expected. For a queen of the fairies, a being so mystical yet described so beautifully this one sure doesn't fit that description. This one has grey skin, a blindfold over her eyes, transparent thin veil alongside dark tattered rags that only just about cover her privates, a flower petal intertwined with thorns shoulder piece. On her back, a pair of large thin insect like wings. Atop her head, a crown of thorny wines and the most striking feature, her left arm is different, instead of the normal one, a root like arms, almost tree trunk even. Despite these, 'unconventional' looks, to him, to his strange taste in women, she is beautiful. Yes, by everyone's standards she might be a freak, but to him, she is alluring. A strange beauty for sure. He simply bows down, taking off his hat and pressing it against his chest. She is as large as a normal human which did also catch him by surprise.  

Isaac: I greet you, your Highness. My name is Isaac. 

Nyx: I greet you back Isaac, my name is Nyx. I noticed, you didn't appear to have been repulsed by my looks. Why is that? 

Isaac: Why would I? I mean, look at me. I ain't one to judge. If you are a freak, then what am I? A monstrosity. 

Nyx: You certainly are, 'interesting' to say the least. Normally I would expect a human, not an undead and normally they would be disgusted as I simply don't meet their standards of beauty. Such shallow creatures. 

Isaac: They don't see beauty as some others do. Your Highness, beauty is subjective. It comes from one's point of view, just because you don't fit one standard don't mean you ain't beautiful. 

Nyx: What are you hinting at? 

Isaac: While you are certainly different looking, it don't mean you ain't beautiful. Your looks, while unconventional, do have a certain appeal, a certain charm to them that one simply can't deny.  

Isaac puts back on his hat and steps forward, taking Nyx's hand and bringing it to his lips. Giving it a gentle peck he looks up at her as she tries to study him. Never before has anyone approaches her in such a way, unlike her sister who is gladly approached, she is constantly alone, people run away as soon as they see her. And she can't deny that she isn't liking this sort of attention, one that she never expected to get. 

Nyx: How can you think I am beautiful? I am not like my sister, all colorful and normal. I am a monster. 

Isaac: But you ain't. Why must you be like your sister? You are unique and you might call me a freak, a nutjob, but Your Highness, I hate the conventional, the boring ol' same. You are a breath of fresh air and a original thing. 

Nyx looks into his eyes and to her shock, she sees no lies, no deception, only honest truth. She can't help but chuckle. 

Nyx: You truly are strange. 

Isaac: Well thank you, someone noticed. 

Nyx: Would you like to join me for a cup of tea? 

Isaac: I would be most honored to share such a warm pastime with such a lady like yourself Your Highness.