MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Sword and shield. Simple weapons but effective, and certainly something Morgan could provide. It spoke of someone not afraid to be on the front lines but cautious enough to still want some defense; she respected that. "We have a selection of shields in different sizes and weights. Feel free to find which you prefer." She motioned to a rack behind her, where wooden and metal shields hung. Seeing that Mallorie had her own sword, she did not say anything on that: she knew warriors often carried a lot of pride in their weapons.
"In the woods...here, the only people I know of that live in woods are the Fae folk." Not that she'd actually met any when she'd travelled to the Greatwood, but she'd heard enough stories that they were likely to be true. "Did you have Fae in your world?" An attempt at conversation, at getting better at knowing her guards; it did not come easily, but Morgan did her best to lean forward and look interested.
"In the woods...here, the only people I know of that live in woods are the Fae folk." Not that she'd actually met any when she'd travelled to the Greatwood, but she'd heard enough stories that they were likely to be true. "Did you have Fae in your world?" An attempt at conversation, at getting better at knowing her guards; it did not come easily, but Morgan did her best to lean forward and look interested.
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
