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Morgan did nothing but at her request, bending over to pick up those bags that she pointed at. "Of course, Guardian." Bags hung underneath his eyes, and he walked with a limp and a arch in his back. The pain from last night had quieted it's savage grip over him, and subsided to nothing more than the feeling of being stabbed in his gut. He groaned occasionally, but he kept his words to himself, seeing that his savior hadn't exactly been speaking much whatsoever. Oh, how he would love to have a horse, but animals tended to see the demon that lay rested in the bottom of his soul, so he was forced to walk where ever he desired to go. The blonde one asked him to close his robes, which he did, and plopped his hood over his head. Sickening. The thought alone of being hated for the rest of his cursed, eternal life for something that was not of his own choice made him infuriated. He spat and shook his head as the little hamlet entered their view, barely visible through the thick mass of trees.

As they entered the village, he skulked behind the knightly one ahead of him. The villagers that were scattered about gathered, seemingly in awe of the Bringer of Light in front of their ignorant eyes. Morgan wasn't really something to look at. Covered in a centuries old robe, littered with holes, burn marks, and cuts from all of the myriad "encounters" that he had succeeded in winning. He looked pale, sickly, and not to mention most humans didn't even want to be near him. The sudden massing of people made him nervous, and he lurked off in search of a shadowy place for him to hide his presence.

There was one such place right next to them, and he took his normal position; sitting against the scorched stone wall, with his knees up to his chest and his head buried in them. He began to think to himself. "Oh, what I would do for someone to smile at me...ask me how my day is going, I would just lie and tell them that all was well, just to see then nod and walk away. Not out of fear, but of acceptance...." Feeling alone was something that he was much too accustomed to, but irregardless of that, he still wanted to just talk to someone. He had never been able to do that.

One of the woman began to talk, after the Guardian recited the general greeting of his respective order. "Oh, but we were here." Morgan said, standing up and popping down his hood, revealing his tapered ears; the trademark of his race. "We are the only reason that you have a village to live in, and a life left to enjoy." He said, clearly not in the mood for the womans' inevitable berating. "Now, let me introduce myself. I am Morgan Medraut, the, er, uh......charge of this here Guardian. Pleased to make your acquaintance." This was very not like Morgan, but nonetheless he felt that somehow he had to show his new companion that he is capable of socialization.
Morgan smirked as his words made the other squirm a little bit, as could be seen through subtle changes in his body structure. However, he was not expecting that smile to pop out of one who's "You know, that I use the word "demon" in the elvish term. To the elves, everyone is a demon and everyone is an angel; everyone can be evil, and everyone has some good inside them. That's exactly what kept me going all this time, even through the years alone, running from something that I had no control of." Morgan said, explaining what he meant. Yes, he referred to both of them as demons, but that was also subjective. Morgan smiled and stood. "Now will you release me of the rest of my bindings? I wish to accompany you. These people may need some help, moreso from you of course. I don't think the vessel of a demon could help these people, nor would they even want me to." Morgan said, striving to feel the weight of his blade on his hip once again, something he had became very accustomed to.
Morgan continued to look down, myriad thoughts running through his mind. Mostly about the human who had just saved his life, and put a seal on his curse mark. He ran his hands through his hair, and tugged at the locks ever so slightly. His frustration extremely apparent in his face, before he looked up to speak. His eyes were now a dull indigo, meaning that he had resigned himself to whatever the human would wish of him.

"There is no need to apologize. I know that you will never trust me. It's hard for a demon to trust another demon." He said, looking over at the horse. "The horse needed to be healed, or it would die. So, I did what is right and what I felt I owed you for what you have just done for me." He said, nodding. "I don't think you understand quite how much I am grateful to you, Guardian." He said, looking up at the human, straight into her eyes, as if he was looking at her inner self; her soul. He wanted to stand, to maybe walk with the human, so he did as such.

"By the way, I don't intend to leave your side. I am in your debt."
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"I guess you don't like to use manners. Disgusting. Why would I lie about that? Your ORDER isn't the nicest bunch sometimes. They saw my scar and attacked me. That's precisely what happened. I always run though. I never do want a bounty on my head for something I didn't do." He was not in the mood for this moronic deliberation with him, and his headache was getting worse. Morgan sighed. He didn't want it to come to this."I don't know. If I was informed, I would tell you. Honest." He said, his accent flowing thickly through his tone. There was much that Morgan didn't know, much that was gone from his memory. "I woke up one day with this blade next to me. So, of course i'm going to use it. Who am I to turn down a free sword?" He said, shrugging. This wasn't going to go well, and when he finally found someone that was kind enough to even speak to him, that damnable demon inside of himself had to ruin it.

"Listen, if your going to kill me, just do it now. I do not have any qualms pertaining to death."
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"Hmm?" He said listening to him speak, taking in everything the human had to say. "I'd say that a centuries worth of weathering this particular storm is more than enough to show you that i'm not a weak one, and that the evil ones won't have any more power over me than they already have. I can promise you that, in the very least. I will follow you though, for this help that you speak of. If you can free the binds on my mind and heart, and get my soul back, I will be forever in your debt." Morgan explained looking down as the Guardian released his binds enough for him to move. "Oh, and please, call me Morgan. I'm nothing more than a simple elf." He was prepared to heal the horses leg, but he was still confused about why he wouldn't let him mend his broken bone.

His wand was not to be seen, so he would have to use his hands and his inner magic to heal the wounded animal. He stood, and walked over to the injured equine and kneeled, pressing the tip of the wooden length against it's broken leg. Morgan began to mumble something in ancient elvish as the tip of his wand began to glow a bright, luminescent white light. The horse began to scream out in pain, but quickly there was a sharp pop or two, and the horses leg was healed. He moved back to the tree and sat down. "Your steed should be healed well enough to keep walking. I won't be riding either of them, seeing as they know that I am possessed." Morgan said, burying his head back in his lap.

"Others of your order have tried to kill me before."
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