— Hundreds of years of ancient knowledge. Everything from magic to politics, skills in alchemy and hunting, etiquette, fashion, battle strategy. Morrigan knew a great deal in a wide variety of topics, yet she had never seen such an odd creature. It was made entirely out of metal, sleek and polished as a mercenary’s armour, and when it was resting, it seemed about as harmless as such. But when it was in motion... the beast roared and bellowed as though it were a mighty dragon, and nearly moved faster than her eye could follow. Even as a panther, she would have trouble keeping pace with such a creature.
She had been observing one of the metal beasts from a safe distance for some time, until she saw a familiar flash of blonde approaching. An unabashed grin grew on the witch’s face as the man grew ever closer.
“Well, well, what have we here? Could it be the mighty Inquisitor Trevelyan, slayer of darkspawn, demons, and dragons alike?” It was indeed good to see a familiar face, better still the face of someone she considered a friend. “Or perhaps ‘tis simply my eyes playing tricks on me,” she was teasing, of course. Even with her sudden disconnection to the Fade, Morrigan could sense the mark upon his hand.
