the tables have tabled!~

Morrigan shook her head, as he mentioned Flemeth. Mother... raised renegade magicians. Our schooling came from the Wilds, from experiences, from history. And in the height of my childhood, Templars hunted us for sport. It was a live or die world. And every time she'd risked sneaking into that damn villaged to meet with him, she'd put everything Flemeth had carefully prepared at risk. But she'd only done it because she knew she could get away with it. An arrogance like that, though, was likely why she was without her magic.

Hands in her pockets, she listened to Echo's laughter. We'll go past the safety wards. She'd marked their safer locations, laid them out so that they'd know where she had not scouted. Because even though she had no magic, she still insisted on scouting the land around them with no weapons other than her body.

She walked facing Loghain, back to the world in front of them. Guide me. Use your senses to see ahead of us. Warn me what's to come. She ordered.

@Loghain Mac Tir