Isaac ducked clumsily as yet another rotten apple flew by. He was getting used to the townsfolk throwing things at him and the others who'd arrived, but that didn't mean he liked it. Savages, he thought, I would strike you down if it had not been expressly forbidden. They were guests, according to their leader, but it felt more like being a leper colony that had to share space with the regular folk. Isaac's powers allowed him to do all sorts of things, mostly what people would consider parlor tricks like levitation and telekinesis, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. If only he'd thought to bring his spell book with him when they'd ventured out the morning they'd been dumped in this unforgiving land.
He shook his head and strode on, sticking to the shadows when he could. He finally found who he was looking for some ten minutes, and a few rotten vegetables, later. She was sitting on the lip of the fountain in the center of the town square, gazing down into the water and Isaac was once again astonished at how well she fit in to this place. He walked up to her and sat down hard, kicking his feet a few inches off the ground. "I bloody hate it here," he mumbled after a moment.