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[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan, Iorveth
WHAT: Grim Orlesian corpse imbibing
WHEN: Waves a hand at Solace
WHERE: Orlais
NOTES: People are eating mummies, that's it, that's the plot. Skip this if human remains being sprinkled in the ratatouille like some fine garnish isn't your deal.

Obtaining a list isn't difficult. Morrigan would even go so far as to say that it's embarrassingly easy but then she did know these people up close and personally for some time, and while Iorveth's visage is something to gasp over more than her own for once, the list of uses is...she reads. Again.

"To restore the ardour of the male especially in advanced years," which precedes one lengthy preparation, "for indigestion and complaints of that nature combine with warm milk from a goat though the cow will do and honey. These people, what fools!"

Not a shout. An exasperated whisper. Since they're en route to where the operation is after all for a good poke about; who says no to a pair such as them?

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[arcaneadvisor]

Funny how the elves Morrigan's been friends with aren't elves from this world. It's always the elves with a bolder, more daring streak in them, who aren't nearly so defensive as the rest get about what she might touch or speak of.

"If you say it well, they might. In some corners," her voice drops just enough to say that this is politics, and distasteful, she doesn't know what he might know of Celene, "elves are very much wanted in a certain way and certain light."

Not always beneath it or in the day. (Impossible not to think of Gwenaëlle when she says these sort of things, especially when Morrigan was still at Court when Celene and Briala came tumbling out, when Halamshiral was put to the torch.

Morrigan is adept at recovering well.)

"A swarm. Stinging, usually but the appearance alone shall suffice when erupting from that which they've supped on." There's a morbid streak running through every witch, Morrigan is no exception as she smiles grimly at him, tapping her staff that curls with cold. "You have the stomach for it, I'm certain. I doubt even their new favoured remedies will help them."