MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan leaned up from her seat as she saw Mallorie approach, honestly slightly impressed that the woman was alive: Outlanders tended to do poorly in their first weeks and Mallories had been eventful, to say the least. It spoke to at least some sense and determination and given the woman seemed to be headed right for her recruiting table, that was a good sign.
"Good morning. It's good to see you are well." Presumably she was staying and eating at the local inn Morgan had pointed her to and Morgan found herself glad that just before everything had gone ballistic she had helped this Outlander settle in. "Have you come to inquire about the Deepfrost Shields?" She asked, trying not to sound too desperate. It was entirely possible Mallorie had just come up to thank her for the other day, but she remembered that the woman had told her she used to be a guard: she really was exactly the kind of person Morgan needed right now.
"Good morning. It's good to see you are well." Presumably she was staying and eating at the local inn Morgan had pointed her to and Morgan found herself glad that just before everything had gone ballistic she had helped this Outlander settle in. "Have you come to inquire about the Deepfrost Shields?" She asked, trying not to sound too desperate. It was entirely possible Mallorie had just come up to thank her for the other day, but she remembered that the woman had told her she used to be a guard: she really was exactly the kind of person Morgan needed right now.
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
