"Trust," Morrigan sniffs. "What trust have any of them ever had? They are vultures, they are sharks, they are a pack of hungry dogs at best. There are few who might ever see beyond themselves. Though I doubt many trust Gaspard much more. I wonder, will they find themselves in the position of realising twas better the demon they truly knew?"

Perhaps to some of the elves, Briala might seem a candidate, but to Morrigan, the night is about the two that she knows and only them. The one that wanted her at Court and the one who would surely toss her out at the first moment.