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[i]'And it begins.'[/i] Morgan thought, readying himself mentally for the private meeting. A side glance was given to Ixion, when the red hooded  assassin had confirmed the impromptu meeting with the sisters. The sniffer didn't consider himself a team player - hadn't been since he was with the Seculyrian army, and even then, it wasn't as if he had a say in the matter. Even so, the claim on leadership hadn't gone unnoticed. Strangely, Morgan was satisfied with the choice, albeit temporary at best. '[i]Between the penin and the assassin, the hood seems stronger, if not more experienced.'[/i] Granted, Morgan was biased towards the one that wasn't connected to the law, but...

Morgan felt an extreme sharp pain to the temple, his knees slightly buckling as the twisted sister gave off an incredible magical power spike. Normally, the sniffer would have been able to retract his talents inward, given enough warning. But the sheer display of magical energy caused his mind's eye to see stars. A gloved hand pinched his furrowed brow as Morgan steadied himself with his staff. Also, due to the sudden and painful infliction, an animalistic response was the only natural instinct that Morgan could manage, causing him to issue a sharp hiss, recoiling from the pain that wracked his head. Hateful, masked eyes whipped to the twisted sister, who was more than likely not paying attention to the one that had said less than five words since the party had arrived to the inn. 

[i]'Such power!'[/i] The vampire thought fearfully as he slowly recovered with the calming words of the blue haired deo'lei. [i]'These two - I've never seen anything like it...'[/i] Any uneasiness or dislike that Morgan had felt from the beginning of their interaction had now transformed into complete distrust and severe hate towards these two sisters. To be forced into a confined space? With those two? Especially when their hushed words mentioned something about not destroying [i]the city?![/i]. The penin began to lead them towards the private meeting, but everything inside Morgan screamed that this would be the end of them. The vampire wouldn't be forced into a trap; he wouldn't just go along with something that was supposedly set in stone at this point, no matter how badly his faith to The Wanderer demanded that he ferry the heretic called Death to his master's waiting arms. The alarms in his head only increased in volume as the penin passed by his companions, and the energy of magical weaving was issued from his hand. What I'onriyi meant as a signal for caution, Morgan interpreted it as the last straw. If one of his companions was already nervous.

[color=fff200]"No - no meeting. We answered your questions... I think we're through here."[/color]

Morgan's words would be quiet, but behind the emotionless tone, there would be a menacing strength. Morgan had already received enough attention for today, from the law, from these sisters. Enough was enough.