Torchline was interesting and well worth a longer trip, but Morgan had duties to attend to, and with the people that Neron had recently hired, she wasn't sure she trusted them to run the Citadel for any longer than a week. She had wrapped back up in her snow cloak and begun the walk down the mountain with a smile, finding that the trip away from her home had made her even more fond of it.
As she was getting closer to the Citadel, down in the valleys, she spotted a figure stood by the sea. Not the same girl as before, with the strange opinion of death; no, someone else entirely, another Outlander or at least someone not native to Halo. Pulling her cloak tightly around her and reaching for her sword at her hip, Morgan walked briskly down to see this person. Perhaps it was her absence from the land that caused this paranoia, perhaps a sense of something not quite right - the spirits did not seem entirely happy.
Stopping a few feet away, she leaned on her sword and looked the woman up and down. "Who are you?"
