. . . dare to speak to me . . . BY Morrigan

Morrigan grinned at the younger woman's unease. Please, no-one expects to hear me. Mostly because Morrigan was notorious for ignoring those she deemed beneath her. But she'd been watching this woman for a while.

I'm from the Wilds, out near Gwaren. I don't enjoy titles or pomp and circumstance. It was true; though she enjoyed it when it meant a man in power was groveling on his knees at her feet, begging for mercy or attention.

She offered out her hand—It's a pleasure to be in the distinguished company of a Warden. Her best friend was the Hero of Ferelden; she'd be remiss if she acted like Wardens were beneath her.

Though she had had many Wardens beneath her in a... physical sense, of the phrase. What was one more?