[She can't help the inquisitive, half-muttered comment. It's funny--he sounds just like she does when talking about her father. But...mother. Everyone knows that Lord Grima is male, and--and why is she even thinking this? That would mean that she really believes...
But he's standing right in front of her, the same build, the same hair, the same weapons and cloak, the same eyes. It really feels like standing in front of a mirror, though he is of course not her...
And his name is Morgan. She frowns at that.]
My father gave me this cloak, of course...and my name is Morgan. [She takes a step back, but only to take a better spellcasting stance, tome in her hand.]
I don't know what you're playing at, but if you intend to get in my Lord Grima's way, I will stop you!
[And with that much of a warning, she lifts up her hand and launches a Thoron spell his way.]
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[She can't help the inquisitive, half-muttered comment. It's funny--he sounds just like she does when talking about her father. But...mother. Everyone knows that Lord Grima is male, and--and why is she even thinking this? That would mean that she really believes...
But he's standing right in front of her, the same build, the same hair, the same weapons and cloak, the same eyes. It really feels like standing in front of a mirror, though he is of course not her...
And his name is Morgan. She frowns at that.]
My father gave me this cloak, of course...and my name is Morgan. [She takes a step back, but only to take a better spellcasting stance, tome in her hand.]
I don't know what you're playing at, but if you intend to get in my Lord Grima's way, I will stop you!
[And with that much of a warning, she lifts up her hand and launches a Thoron spell his way.]