The advantage that this small group had is that the Venatori are given orders. They haven't delved through what Morrigan has - there's too much at stake to allow them to know exactly what they have in their possession. Some of them might know, might suspect. They might see it as Tevinter's right, reclaiming what they believe to be theirs but she can't know for certain. This one she had restored herself, had forged the glass in Serault until her voice had burned away to a rasp, the doorway to a place without a name but for the one she's given.

The word has been said, however, and she grits her teeth, reaching deep within herself for her magic before she sets her staff down where it won't be damaged. There have often been tales of her, and she taught Twisted Fate, but still, it's something to behold when she runs forward, body changing until a spider faces their foes. Dark grey, black, and purple, the spellbinder is distracted as she shoots webs to slow him.

Rarely does she do this in battle, but then this is something of an exception. Distracting though, perhaps even for those with her as something red slinks through the shadows until it almost disappears, seemingly stalking them.