MORGEN
Come down from your fences
Muffling a yawn behind the back of his hand, Morgen chases it with a slow drink of coffee and bobs his head agreeably enough. Should he and Fox one day become companions or daresay friends, the other man would learn that the wrangler was far too linear a thinker to ever be manipulative, and indeed the way Morgen breezed onto the next topic of conversation was merely because Fox had led him that way.
"Ayup. Big maze thing down south by the coast. Dunno which came first, it or the Labyrinth in the Grounds, but they're one and the same." Morgen elaborates, though the words are partially mumbled against the rim of his cup.
"Uhh...might be if y'can find a trader wanderin' through. I can always sketch you one if y'got some parchment. This place is big but it ain't terribly complicated."
"Ayup. Big maze thing down south by the coast. Dunno which came first, it or the Labyrinth in the Grounds, but they're one and the same." Morgen elaborates, though the words are partially mumbled against the rim of his cup.
"Uhh...might be if y'can find a trader wanderin' through. I can always sketch you one if y'got some parchment. This place is big but it ain't terribly complicated."
open the gate
