MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
"You're welcome. ...They are not." She had come across evidence of those lost to the mountains on her travels before: whether or not they were Outlanders was difficult to say, but since the portal had opened there had been considerably more remnants of life buried in the snow.
Mallorie's straight forward nature and bravery (it was not lost on Morgan what it was to sign up right after the disaster they had just seen) impressed her and she pushed the form closer, handing Mallorie a pen. "Name and preferred weapon on the list, please. You can select armour and whatever you like from the stock behind me: if it breaks, we have a blacksmith to repair our things and if you lose something, try to make sure I don't find out." A touch of humour, though there was no amusement in her voice.
As Mallorie wrote, she leaned over to watch the name appear on the page. "Woodbourne? Interesting name. Is it an old family name?"
Mallorie's straight forward nature and bravery (it was not lost on Morgan what it was to sign up right after the disaster they had just seen) impressed her and she pushed the form closer, handing Mallorie a pen. "Name and preferred weapon on the list, please. You can select armour and whatever you like from the stock behind me: if it breaks, we have a blacksmith to repair our things and if you lose something, try to make sure I don't find out." A touch of humour, though there was no amusement in her voice.
As Mallorie wrote, she leaned over to watch the name appear on the page. "Woodbourne? Interesting name. Is it an old family name?"
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
