Another dream down the drain

Morrigan dipped her head. I'll help you. It'll be okay. It sounded fake to her, but real enough to the woman in front of her. You should let these nice men take you to rest. I'll keep searching, though.

She would, in fact, go find the woman's son. The King. She needed to meet with him, anyway. She was Ferelden's greatest boon, and their greatest weakness, in her current state. Her knowledge could only get her so far, without actual magic to wield.

But she had an idea of how to acquire more.

How to get back what she had lost. And she wasn't going to ask permission; she was going to just do. Raised with a "take what you want, do what you must", and "ask forgiveness after" attitude meant she was reckless and dangerous.

She'd watched the guards gather the resigned woman, and sigh quietly. That's some sort of curse, bring a healer to tend to her, she murmured to a lingering guard.

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