Isabella DeYoung, a lady of luxurious taste, always held in high esteem. She is considered the mistress of the bloom, as graceful as a petal when she enters a room. Master of conversation with a taste for finer things, no duck in the village can claim her with a ring. She waltzes, she Sambas, she curtseys, and she smiles—a staple at every event for miles and throughout the land. If you wish her presence at your party, a coin in hand you'll need, for she has a thirst for General Wu's coins; that's her only creed. From dining with pirates to hidden mountain paths, she plays games with children and laughs with a libation from a fancy glass. Her pile of coins keeps growing, hidden from all that may know. Surely, we will eventually see where all the coins will go.