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Morrigan hummed, accepting the old book. This will do. She stated, slipping the weathered book into the bag at her hip. And they walked. The walk was quiet, unadventurous.

Eventually, though, that small group of darkspawn found them. The staff tucked into her seemingly endless bag had been withdrawn as soon as she'd truly noticed the creatures.

She huffed, aiming to jab the nearest darkspawn with the sharpened (might I add, sword) end of her staff. It was almost playful; like she wanted to see what the girl next to her could do. Or would do.