MORGEN
Come down from your fences
Looking at the marks he'd made on the parchment with part of his upper lip tugged up, Morgen eventually adds an arrow next to the word GROUNDS just in case his orientation had been so shit that Fox didn't know which way was North. Or, you know whatever we're calling North in Caido.
"Sure enough." Giving it a final once-over, Morgen rolls the parchment up and hands it over, before wrapping his hands around his mug once more. "Feels...I dunno, tense? or maybe just...brewin', you know? Been so long without some sort of conflict, I guess I'm just waitin' for another."
Speaking of brewing though...
Using a stick (he hadn't Fox's powers, alas), Morgen raises the lid off of the pot and gives it a sniff. Frowning with approval, he glances toward the other man, eyebrows raised. "Smell done to you?"
"Sure enough." Giving it a final once-over, Morgen rolls the parchment up and hands it over, before wrapping his hands around his mug once more. "Feels...I dunno, tense? or maybe just...brewin', you know? Been so long without some sort of conflict, I guess I'm just waitin' for another."
Speaking of brewing though...
Using a stick (he hadn't Fox's powers, alas), Morgen raises the lid off of the pot and gives it a sniff. Frowning with approval, he glances toward the other man, eyebrows raised. "Smell done to you?"
open the gate
