the tables have tabled!~

Morrigan trailed after Loghain, lazily. Almost as if she couldn’t be bothered to worry about whatever he sensed—and the twisted smile that claimed her lips, as the corpse declared them late, made her chuckle.

Now, now… one is never late when one is me. She chided, slipping past Loghain, stopping a sword-length in front of him. You are not one of mine. Who woke you up? She inquired, eyeing the creature. Only someone accomplished would be able to maintain the kind of connection this thing had—even she, without her magic, could sense the vile energy surrounding the thing.