Chains of Command

Morgan idly watched the boxes go past them, sure her guard could handle it. With her being so busy, they'd all had a bit of an easy time of it recently, and she was sure not all of them were as punctual with their training as promised when she was out of town. Jigano seemed to be impressed by her title, giving her a deeper nod. Morgan had never been particularly vain about her position, but this did make her want to give the man more patience: those who knew when to put on the right respect and decorum did well with her. "We could. The situation in Whitebrim is not yet solved, but we have plans." She had always been careful to avoid the word 'cannibal' in public, not wanting to unnecessarily confirm the rumours to the people of the Citadel. When the supplies were finally brought in, she stepped towards the doors. "There is a sitting room off the main hall. We can talk there. ..I could ask someone to bring us a drink?" 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