Arriving back at the manor, Isis carefully took out the vial of poison and hid it in the pockets of a random coat. Making a mental note of which one it was, she closed the wardrobe and went to bed, falling backwards onto it, blankly staring at the ceiling, letting out a deep exhale. Although she had already vowed to herself to deal with Justinian, the involvement of the Brotherhood annoyed her. Their goals and whatnot didn't matter to her. She may have agreed with them on their core principles of freedom for the Lessers, but it wasn't her fight.
