MORGAN
Morgan had, in her desire for food and general brain fog of the busy day, almost forgotten who it was owned the Kraai now. As she heard Neron's voice it was all she could do not to groan and tip her head back, finding herself utterly confused by the man at the moment and not in a way she cared for. She watched warily from the door as he came out from behind the bar, taking a couple of hesitant steps in as she decided she did still need to eat.
If she were someone of greater imagination, she might have wondered if the drink he poured out was blood; as it was she ignored it, assuming it to be for another patron; she'd always been an ale person anyway. Sitting at the bar, she fixed him with a dry stare for his joke (Morgan desperately hoped it was a joke) and shrugged off her cloak, laying the heavy furs and leather down on the seat next to her.
"Food. Whatever's still warm will do." She pulled off her gloves too, laying them on the bar. "How late do you stay here? I know you don't need to sleep, but it's unhealthy to give the drunks somewhere to stay all night." Morgan didn't seem to make any effort to quiet her voice for the patrons of the bar, always wearing her opinions on her sleeve.
If she were someone of greater imagination, she might have wondered if the drink he poured out was blood; as it was she ignored it, assuming it to be for another patron; she'd always been an ale person anyway. Sitting at the bar, she fixed him with a dry stare for his joke (Morgan desperately hoped it was a joke) and shrugged off her cloak, laying the heavy furs and leather down on the seat next to her.
"Food. Whatever's still warm will do." She pulled off her gloves too, laying them on the bar. "How late do you stay here? I know you don't need to sleep, but it's unhealthy to give the drunks somewhere to stay all night." Morgan didn't seem to make any effort to quiet her voice for the patrons of the bar, always wearing her opinions on her sleeve.
And if they start to fade, I will keep you safe
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