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Isabel is in the bar. She looks sad, weak, and tired. Her clothing consists of pants and a shirt she'd borrowed from Faith since she doesn't have clothing at the bar. But she can't go home right now. She has food but it's untouched. She has a notebook in front of her and is writing something with a pink pen. As she writes she frowns hard at the paper. If someone happens to see it they'll see this:
