A General and A Warden walk into a bar...
Morgan Aristomache
the Glacier
Warden of Halo

Age: 42 | Height: 5' 9" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 6 - Strg: 23 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 22 - Luck: 14 - Int:
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MORGAN
The one thing that could be said for certain about the last season, with it's illnesses, alliances, shifts in power and exploration of new lands, was that it had been hectic. Morgan's plans for the Citadel had been considerably delayed as her attention had been split elsewhere and the smaller working cogs of the city, talking to merchants or settling conflicts between fighting families, had stacked up into a lot of work going often long into the evening.

Perhaps it was irresponsible, but she'd decided to take just one evening off. Working from dawn til dusk, she stretched at her desk and stood, going not to where she might usually to take suggestions from the public but out the door and to the Kraai, where she'd asked Deimos if he might like to meet her for a drink. The General was a good man, surprisingly fun once she had gotten to know him, and as her newest council member, she wanted to get to know him.

Ordering an ale from the bar (and probably exchanging a few sniping words with Neron before he took on other customers) she went to sit at her favourite place by the fire, even Longheat in Halo cold enough that it's benefits could be well felt. Waiting for Deimos she closed her eyes and enjoyed its heat, the quiet pop and crackle contrasted to the hum of conversation in the air.
And if they start to fade, I will keep you safe
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