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As the conversation between both his newfound party and pair of demonspawn trackers continued, Morgan found himself becoming more and more annoyed with entire affair. While his face would be as blank as a stone statue (his default expression unless his inner beast decided to burst forth), the hidden movement of darting eyes would be examining all parties involved. Being a sniffer, he was supposed to hunt things of magical entity - everyone knew that. But what they didn’t know is that Morgan was forced to look for the smaller things in a person. It was a necessity for survival, to avoid his handlers’ wrath or to avoid looking idiotic when a good liar crossed paths with his hunting squad. The small signs of suffering, or in the case of the lame demonspawn, evident signs of suffering did not go unnoticed. The obvious restraint against something, paired with the side comforting of the blue haired huntress was impressive. [color=fff200][i]’Is it sheer will power that these two can walk among the common people?’[/i][/color] Thrainsson couldn’t help but wondering as he allowed Ixion and the penin to ask the questions. [color=fff200][i]’With such a delicate balance, it would be best if I didn’t provoke them…further.’[/i][/color]

Morgan disliked—no, [i]hated[/i] the law. Any badge, any authority of any lord, god didn’t matter. They were all the same, in all of their corruption, their cruelty and… The vampire caught himself, halt a forming snarl that was pulling upward on the right corner of his mouth. Gently closing his eyes, he once again inhaled, and then exhaled, smoothly and quietly. [color=fff200][i]’This is not the time, nor the place,’[/i][/color] he gently reminded himself as he turned to focusing his energy on paying attention to the movements  of the sisters’ souls. However, his eye could not help but wander back to the badge. More hateful thoughts were about to rise into his mind’s eye, but then something dawned on him. [color=fff200][i]’Deo’lei?’[/i][/color] What were they inquiring about a demonspawn… [color=fff200][i]’Or rather, demonspawn[u]s[/u]…’[/i] 
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But someone who uses the name “Death.” Morgan’s attention had been dragged from his delayed discovery, his annoyance levels spiking at such blasphemy, as he practically immediately responded after the blue hair sister was done speaking, [color=fff200]“A bold choice to name their own spawn after a god.”[/color] Morgan commented irritably, his masked eyes gazing directly in the huntress’s mirrored eyes, [color=fff200]“But tell me, why is the deo’lei hunting one of their own?”[/color] He finished, his voice in almost accusing tone. The sniffer would have been more wise to heed his own warning, but the mention of his god had added fuel to his already smoldering fire of anger. Instinct was to again be followed over logic and reason. But then again, didn't it make sense? Two highly feared... beings were sent in an obvious elite group to track down a more dangerous member of their kind. It was small enough and the questions asked were subtle enough to play down any real sense of danger, at least until further inquiry was pursued. On the other hand, Morgan didn't like their tone they used when speaking about him, their words they used to ask pointless questions, their assumptions that he would know something about their own problem. In other words, prejudice was beginning to taint his judgement.