I think the contents of your imagination in designing what you think an individual might be like are fascinating. Would their voice sound the same in your mind as it would uttered into the air? Would their reactions mirror what you might have thought, or would their behavior be something completely opposite? I often found myself wondering about people, be it from sheer curiosity of the human or supernatural condition or morbid curiosity if I am as good at reading people as I think I am. Either option aside, I had not formulated an idea of what I thought Isolt would be like. Of course, I had heard tell of her. The words were familiar from Damon's mouth, or even a familiarity in Serafina's words. I couldn't tell which one had ever mentioned the woman, but I knew of her relationships and a handful of her whereabouts. After all, I happen to be in the business of information and intelligence; both led me to certain behaviors that I incidentally applied in regular, daily life. With the appearance of the subject in question in my shop, I found it hard not to find ideas surfacing of what I thought the woman would be like, even if I hadn't paid attention to them before. The redhead was revered for some reason or another... Obvious culprit could have been her beauty, but I suspected there were other reasons to support that. Could it be a divine intelligence, or that she exuded grace? I ran my tongue over my teeth to keep my words in check, internally debating just what it was that might draw the Damon to the woman.

I came up short, especially as my efforts to reassure the woman that I was safe and this shop was refuge were denied. Normally, this wouldn't offend me as my hospitality is crucially awful at the best of times... But to this woman, who I offered nothing but genuine protection? Only the gentle, irritated grit of my teeth together would signify that I was unamused with her words. The creature- woman, in front of me was beginning to remind me why I don't offer my services or help on a regular basis. My sigh might have been dramatic in response to her worried expression blatantly drawing her features, regardless of my still slow and pronounced movements.

"Perhaps you should let me explain before you begin to make any judgments."

The words were flat in their substance but the comment hung in the air with a condescending shimmer. Isolt wasn't being rude, no. She may have had no idea what I might possess for her, planting the seed that I couldn't be helpful. Oh, what a wrong judgment that might prove to be. With a cautious look to the door to assess the individuals outside, I moved towards the backroom to procure what I had made for her but not before halting her with a cool, level stare.

"Wait there."

Retrieving the knife from the darkness of my workspace quickly, I reappeared behind the counter while leaving the lights off behind me. The knife was wrapped in a pretty blue velvet pouch whose opening was drawn with silver, hiding the contents from her view just yet. Deliberately, I set the pouch on the counter nearest the vampire, crossing my arms as if the behavior was a challenge sent to her to goad her into opening the mystery. My brow rose impatiently, nodding to the pouch.

"You're young, and clearly afraid of your own shadow. As your reputation grows, I thought it in your best interest- and mine as Damon is often involved, to be prepared." I tugged the strings of the silver using the fingers of my magic, opening the pouch to remove the knife that I had so carefully crafted for her. The ivory inlay was as beautiful as it had been shining in the dark, set with rubies I had worked an immense amount of time on to create. The hilt was engorged with magic I wasn't really sure how to explain to the young vampire just yet, but I planned on helping her utilize it as protection against either those individuals outside the front door, or the likes of those unknown.