Things Better Left Unsaid

Morgan

I will not be told where to stand
I will not be told what to say

"How is it then that I received letters from both Sunjata and Remi about this artifact before then? How did they know before you, if you had it in your possession?" Morgan asked, still feeling that there was something about the story that just didn't add up; whether it was Loren's side of things she wasn't sure, but he certainly seemed to contradict himself a lot. "And if you were so sure it was just a piece of metal, why ask the Gods about it at all?"

Sitting back on the desk, she folded her arms. Right now she wasn't going to give him apologies, not when the situation was still so unclear. "What was this other cure? I haven't heard of a solution that does not involve the Gods." The lilies which grew around Frey's Breath were quite obviously related to the Old Gods, in her mind. There was also the matter of how much time his cure would have needed: the matter was urgent, and they did not have time to waste.

Not by you
Not by anyone tonight