"My quarters and studies were by the gardens, 'twas peaceful, very little chance of disturbance or chatter carrying." Which is to say that as much as possible, Morrigan was alone if she wasn't required for something or seeking out the company herself, used to such a life, used to just her and Kieran, preferring it that way. "When possible I would venture to the woods, so many people in such a space 'twas...well, now 'tis dearly missed."

She spies her quarry as she speaks, thinking of harvesting winter mushrooms with her fingers numb to the bone and a basket hooked over her elbow, of introducing Ellana to the joys of flight beneath the branches, a chance meeting with the Outsider after making a kill as the spoke about bone when he was troubled not by a raven studying him before she returned to her own shape.

Working carefully, she turns to look at this 'bagpipe' he speaks of. "I have suffered Orlesian bards and their insipid simpering, these bagpipes you speak of cannot be worse than that."