Chains of Command

Morgan was having a rare day with few tasks to accomplish. Her guards were on a day off from training, those on patrol had had little to report and her desk was pleasantly empty of paperwork: of course, she had plenty on her mind, things to plan she could not speak of...but in terms of practical things to do, she was out. Perhaps then it was time for a walk. She had just donned her cloak and begun to walk towards the doors when she spotted something odd: a man she had not seen before with long white hair (it was this more than anything that made him distinctive), with a small gryphon in tow. He seemed busy carting about several boxes. Morgan frowned: normally checking the contents of parcels was a job given to very low level guards and not one she frequently checked in on, so she didn't know about this delivery, but the strange man made her suspicious. Marching up to him and standing with her feet together, chin raised, a true soldier's stance, she asked: "What are you bringing into the palace?" Her voice was not aggressive, but certainly firm: intended for Jigano to get the impression that if he answered poorly it would not go well. Morgan Storm clouds abound in the land of my heart And the war-cries fly from the company But I have seen no quarter, my love In the gaping maw of the enemy