Wedding Bash Pt.28
"It can wait."
Morgyan gives an uncertain look, turns back to the elf, and pulls out a sack of gold as big as your bicep. "Here, for your troubles, and for your silence."
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The walk back to your room in the inn is quick-- or perhaps it's only the boiling, bubbling burning questions in you, screaming "What in hell?" as loudly as they can.
In any case you head to the bed and sit down even as Morgyan walks to the desk, pulling out sheaves of parchment and a quill. She dips the nub in ink, beginning to scrawl out yet more plans-- perhaps further steps in her grand strategy?
"So I spoke to somebody while you were talking with the elf."
"Hm. About what, dear?"
You look down at you feet. "Oh, you know. The weather."
"Mhm."
"Sword balance."
"Riveting."
Your plan to slaughter the queen of darkness and take her place as the lady of shadows."
"Fascinating." Then her brain catches up to her ears and she whips around to you, knocking over the ink well on the desk. "Wait-what-who...the bitch."
"Yeah, I've got my own 'w' question Morgyan: why?"
"Look around us, and take a trip down memory lane Philip. The world's going to hell in a handbasket, and somebody's got to do something. Well I am somebody, so I'm going to do something. I'm going to make the dark something evil fears again, instead of its hiding place. You might disagree, and you might want to stop me even, but understand-- I have plotted this for twenty years, crafting it, fixing it, building a skeleton to stop this. Understand...I am not one of the demons Sir Aldric warned you of, and I have not left a single piece out of my grasp. The only way this ends is victory or my death. I will leave your house if you wish me to leave, but you will not stop me."
[] ...Stop you? Why would I stop you! I want to help you! (Morgyan is shocked, you join in her quest,???)
[] Why? I've known you for quite a while now, and you beneficence has always been more limited. So why are you doing something so global? (Push for more information)