Isabella shut off the recording device, and leaned back in her chair. Tarnis was passed out on the grungy beat up couch, his arm hanging off the side, while he snored into the pillow he smushed into his face. Larquis was busy in the other room, books strewn across her desk. Isabella sighed, and picked up the can of warm beer she hadn't touched since she opened it. Taking a sip, Isabella scrunched up her face, the beer was too warm for her, and she only liked one thing that was warm.