MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
The morning's training had been a measure in disappointment: a lot of Morgan's fresher guards had proven themselves to be rather useless at the intricacies of swordplay and she'd had to devote more time than expected to correcting each swing and parry, chiding her underlings for not correctly studying their blades in their spare time.
Not all the training could focus on violence, though. That afternoon she was to show the new recruits some simple field medicine, things that one might apply in an emergency where a magical healer was not available. She headed towards the clinic to get some supplies for this lesson, in her mind thinking about other things entirely, the troubles brewing in the palace taking more concentration than the bandages she'd come to pick up.
It was only when she entered the room and saw Korbin slumped in his chair that she stopped, giving the man a look up and down. "Are you alright?" She asked, more the tone of someone checking that a part was not broken more than friendly concern.
Not all the training could focus on violence, though. That afternoon she was to show the new recruits some simple field medicine, things that one might apply in an emergency where a magical healer was not available. She headed towards the clinic to get some supplies for this lesson, in her mind thinking about other things entirely, the troubles brewing in the palace taking more concentration than the bandages she'd come to pick up.
It was only when she entered the room and saw Korbin slumped in his chair that she stopped, giving the man a look up and down. "Are you alright?" She asked, more the tone of someone checking that a part was not broken more than friendly concern.
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
