Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140619115833/@comment-12599067-20140623120805

Morrigan, who had finally woken up some time ago and had been left with the others by Vol and Eirik, sat in silence while the others said their goodbyes. She had almost hoped to receive a goodbye of some kind but was gifted only with silence and time to think. Where was she going to go now? What could she do? She refused to live in a cave, to live like some kind of monster creeping around in some crumbling ruin, but then again, there wasn't really anywhere else she could go.

Morrigan tugged at the top of her cowl so that it once again cast a shadow over her face and looked westward, towards the setting sun. Night would fall soon. That, at least, was good news. She would have some time to escape her quarry when the sun disappeared behind the horizon. She looked back to the group again and wondered if she'd ever see them again, or if she really wanted to. So far she'd been greeted with little more than probing questions and a few thanks for patching up members of the group.

Then again, someone had healed her when she had been hit by that mace.

Morrigan finally made up her mind and rose to her feet, quietly striding over to the group and silently taking a knee next to Eogan, shooing away Galadir and setting to work. She would say her goodbyes (assuming someone was left and/or wanted to hear them), then probably depart for somewhere else in Cyrodiil. Maybe the Imperial City? Someone like her could hide out there for a long time, if she needed to, and she knew that if something did go wrong again, she would be one of the first to hear it.