Another dream down the drain

Morrigan studied the stranger, Madam Wulff. Ah. I understand. Morrigan stepped closer, steady steps more confidant then the soldiers that were circling the poor woman.

Lady Wulff... do you have any idea where your son's gone? She inquired, curious. Not because she believed the king was an imposter, he was certainly a better choice for the throne than Alistair. But because she wanted to keep the woman talking until she grew too tired to hang onto her weapon.