MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
The morning had been dedicated to reading through the messages and reports from the markets. Even when she had been Guard Captain, Morgan had never been aware of just how many incidents there were of shopkeepers accusing each other of everything from theft to stealing business, to having too big of an awning; in some ways it was nice to indulge in smaller, petty issues every now and then, but she needed a break by the time noon came.
Leaving her office in a hunt for lunch or simply a walk, she paused when she saw someone in the hall that she didn't recognise. A young woman that seemed interested in the hall, looking about herself as if she was curious about it's purpose.
Straightening up, Morgan walked towards her and gave a welcoming smile, nodding her head in greeting. "Hello, are you alright? I'm Morgan Aristomache, the Warden here. Let me know if I can help you."
Leaving her office in a hunt for lunch or simply a walk, she paused when she saw someone in the hall that she didn't recognise. A young woman that seemed interested in the hall, looking about herself as if she was curious about it's purpose.
Straightening up, Morgan walked towards her and gave a welcoming smile, nodding her head in greeting. "Hello, are you alright? I'm Morgan Aristomache, the Warden here. Let me know if I can help you."
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
