Morgan
Before she could come to argue and discuss, she had to mourn. Not that it could be done in such a quick time, but there were basic things one could do. Close the eyes of each dear friend, line them up for burial, straighten up their armour as best as she could, let her shaking fingers stroke hair into neat lines and put hands together over the chest. When this was done, Morgan stood and turned towards the Citadel, walked in with her warhammer balanced in her hands, the weight of it evenly placed as was her mood, oddly calm and jaw set as she took one step after another. She saw Neron, Loren, Zariah, Weaver..some she didn't recognise, all arguing and talking...she walked right past them.
To Neron. The rest she could deal with later.
Reaching as hard and quick as she could to grab his collar and pull him close, her mastered water magic coming up to freeze at his legs, she hissed: "You are done here."
We knew that all this fun and games
Was another big fib to hide the chains
