Archmage. The title almost made Morgan roll her eyes; she had magic just as powerful, she was sure. As much as she respected Neron, she half wondered if the appointment had been a case of nepotism, of wishing to give his family member some kind of title to please her. Still, she tried to keep an open mind when it came to new powers in their ranks, knowing that any benefit to their cause was worth having.
She wished to test this Archmage, see just how worthy of the name she was.
As Morgan arrived at the training grounds she unfastened her cloak and let it fall to the floor; she would miss it's warmth, but it was best to be able to move more freely. In contrast to Zariah, she dressed in thick wool boots with a pair of equally functional pants, and a rough tunic with an armoured plate over her middle. The outfit of someone used to spending nights out in the snow and defending herself.
"Good afternoon. You're welcome..I'd like to see what you can do." She did not return the smile, not out of any malice; it was simply not in her nature to smile unless she had proper reason to do so. "You may attempt to make the first strike." That said, she stood ready, not seeing any point for pleasantries when they were here to test their powers.
