MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan stared at the cup, for a moment certain she was going to refuse, tell him she didn't have time...but she did actually, an hour or so before her next job...and it was very rarely that she let herself take a true break. She nodded and sat, leaning to look at the brew. "What is it? I do not drink a lot of tea." As with most soldiers she drank ale with her dinner and water every other time.
For a moment she didn't keep up with what Korbin was saying, thinking he meant he himself had incurred all the injuries: when she caught up though she laughed and shook her head. "Are you sure they aren't coming here to see you?" Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow at him. It was hardly a secret that any new young male staff always caused a stir in the kitchens and while Morgan was far too old for it, she had once been a teenage girl herself.
"I am finding that my guards who I have been training for years suddenly don't know how to lift a sword." Morgan sighed and shook her head. "Endless repeated training is fine in peace time, but I worry when we need to use these skills they will not be there."
For a moment she didn't keep up with what Korbin was saying, thinking he meant he himself had incurred all the injuries: when she caught up though she laughed and shook her head. "Are you sure they aren't coming here to see you?" Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow at him. It was hardly a secret that any new young male staff always caused a stir in the kitchens and while Morgan was far too old for it, she had once been a teenage girl herself.
"I am finding that my guards who I have been training for years suddenly don't know how to lift a sword." Morgan sighed and shook her head. "Endless repeated training is fine in peace time, but I worry when we need to use these skills they will not be there."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
