[i]Isabella would keep her silence, though she would nod as the gates would remain open. As Clea approached, the two met with stern gazes, before Clea held out her hand.[/i] [i]Within it, a simple iron badge, from the Tribune. Without words, Isabella only nodded and took the badge, pocketing it for smelting later, while Clea smiled briefly and bowed her head.[/i] "My lady," [i]She said, before following Rose into the camp.[/i]