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As Ixion echoed his two companions’ response to the sisters’ offer, Morgan’s crimson eyes looked about the once peaceful inn. [color=fff200][i]’What a mess…’[/i][/color] the vampire would mentally comment, his weary gaze looking over the shattered floorboards, upturned tables, destroyed bar, and the stone wall that had taken the place of the few tables that had once been present. The damage that been inflicted to this place was absurd for the small window of fighting that had occurred between now temporary allies. [i][color=fff200]’Amazing how much destruction was brought forth…’[/color][/i] 

In all honesty, the vampire’s weariness was falling upon him quickly - too quickly. Even though he had fully feasted upon an innocent before this misadventure and had slept for more than a few hours, his supernatural efforts that he had forced upon his body were taking its toll. After he slept, the sniffer knew that he would need…sustenance once more. However, his companions did not need to know that. Bobbing his head once or twice, Morgan gave silent acknowledgement to the sister’s comments, listening to their words, but not really absorbing anything in paticular. All he wanted was a place to hide away from the sun and be rid of this weariness that had suddenly plagued him.

However, the warning that Violet brought forth definitely caused him to pay attention more, even to more so to the point where he felt the need to speak, [color=fff200]“What’s causing that much of a problem that it would gather that much interest for your organization?”[/color] If the sisters decide to divulge this information, Morgan would look about to find a chair. If it were close, he would slowly prop it up, his body clearly reflecting his tired state. 

But, if the sisters deemed such information classified, Morgan would nod his head twice, once to each sister before turning to leave. He would call over his shoulder as he did, [color=fff200]“I don’t know about you both, but I am tired. And I doubt the innkeeper of this dump won’t hesitate to have a platoon of guards waiting for us if we decide to bunk here for the night.”[/color] Ducking further out of sight and around the stone wall to apparently exit the building, Morgan would continue, [color=fff200]"And I, for one, would rather avoid any more entanglements with the Duke’s men…”[/color]