Chains of Command

It certainly was unbalanced, and having recently found out that The Voice had brought the Outlanders to Caido Morgan had been rather suspicious indeed about the lack of Naturals in charge: but she had no real evidence for that thought, so had not yet explored it thoroughly. His question brought a sigh from her, the first real show of emotion. "Some still work here in similar roles, though our Warden likes to say he 'chose' them to do them now." Morgan paused and closed her eyes. "I apologise, I have misspoken. I should not speak poorly of the Warden to a guest. Anyway. Some of them left after Neron came into power, not believing the claims about Eirachi. A few were fired or dismissed, and a couple have retired, for they were getting old anyway." A whole mix of fates; the end of an era she had been comfortable in. "What do you think of your Ascended Queen?" She asked suddenly, her tone flat but expression telling enough, that she did not approve of Rexanna at all. 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