Morrigan's voice carries from a few feet away, not loud but sharp, the briefest of hesitations before assist to settle on just the right word. Where before she had been what passed for friendly for most people she holds herself straighter though she holds the key. She knows she set the wards once again.
The eluvian remains secure as it can be while Corypheus stalks Thedas.
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Morrigan's voice carries from a few feet away, not loud but sharp, the briefest of hesitations before assist to settle on just the right word. Where before she had been what passed for friendly for most people she holds herself straighter though she holds the key. She knows she set the wards once again.
The eluvian remains secure as it can be while Corypheus stalks Thedas.
"Are you searching for something perhaps?"