Isobel knelt down at the praying room, didn\'t care what anyone else did. She has her own secret prayer, and her own way to talk to her God. She needed it at the moment.
As she was raised in the middle of travelers who praise Adora, she, in the other hand, had her own belief. She didn\'t want to, just like them, being a common people. Unnoticeable. She wanted to be someone else, someone big and someone famous. She didn\'t want sanctuary, she wanted power, at least a power to change her life.
That\'s why she knelt down there in the Temple of Talon, whispering her prayer.
"Hail, Talon. My Lord..." she started.