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The air was electric with magic, as Morrigan listened to the young woman's statement. Should you lie to me, child, she reached to hook her index finger under the girl's chin, tilting her head back.

And slowly, she trailed a magic-touch across the woman's throat. I will be the last thing you see. She stepped backwards, hands folding in front of herself.

As Morrigan removed herself from the young woman's vicinity, the magic she had called upon disembarked. Purple flowers rapidly sprung to life, while in another direction the ground froze and wind picked up. Eventually the magic dissipated entirely.

Enjoy your walk to Denerim, then.