MORGAN
It seemed bizarre that not that long after the violence and destruction of the Palace that Morgan was now heading for a bureaucratic meeting with Weaver...but life had not been normal for some time now, and she was becoming acclimatised to it, the constant way things changed and moved. At least this was a victory of sorts, even if it felt hollow.
Arriving at the Kraai she headed down to the cellar where she had been told her new Warden was. Tired herself, barely having had an hours sleep and emotionally drained from the loss of her guards, Morgan looked dreadful, hair a mess around her head and armour lopsided and dirty. If any of the staff at the Kraai thought anything of it, no one dared to say anything, probably because of the fierce fire in her eyes.
Entering the cellar she walked before Weaver's desk and nodded, looking over the little improvised set up. "...Warden."
Arriving at the Kraai she headed down to the cellar where she had been told her new Warden was. Tired herself, barely having had an hours sleep and emotionally drained from the loss of her guards, Morgan looked dreadful, hair a mess around her head and armour lopsided and dirty. If any of the staff at the Kraai thought anything of it, no one dared to say anything, probably because of the fierce fire in her eyes.
Entering the cellar she walked before Weaver's desk and nodded, looking over the little improvised set up. "...Warden."
There will come a time, you'll see
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