Chains of Command

Morgan smiled, a cold and malicious expression, as she imagined setting up a wall of flame around the Citadel. Perhaps that was a bit extreme, but she certainly was interested in experimenting with what fire could do against the Ascended. "Kiada." She repeated, thinking it would be prudent for her to meet with this woman as soon as possible. That she had not come to help with the supplies seemed a little odd, but Morgan supposed she sounded busy. "What guild is it that she owns?" There were some guilds that were less impressive than others: she had seen in the Hollowed Grounds that some called a glorified sex club a 'guild', so the standards there were clearly lower. Nodding her acknowledgement of his thanks, she stood up. "No, I am quite alright for the moment. Are you staying here for the night? There are a good number of decent inns by the Palace." 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