Morgan didn't respond to the Penin's suggestion, nor his generosity. It seemed all too easy - the "forgiveness," the suggestion of staying in town... [i]'Is he the law?'[/i] The vampire thought irritably, his masked eyes giving the short individual another up-down looked. If he were the law, this alliance may be more short lived than Morgan had expected. The penin's affiliation with the Duke only made the candle flame of anger grow more as Thrainsson continued to listen to the unfolding decisions of the group.

The group - it was odd thinking in a group setting now. Morgan couldn't remember the last party. By the planes, he couldn't remember a party he had been a part of that didn't end badly, or even lasted more than a week at that. True, circumstances and the simple want to survive had pushed him into this predicament, but The Wanderer always seemed to want any new found companions ferried to him within short notice. [i]'Though this group already seems doomed.'[/i] Morgan thought drearily. There was no apparent leader, they were bound to be hunted by The Fixer for the sword the red hooded assassin had just sheathed... More minor details of problems could be mentioned, but the vampire cast them off to the side. These members, himself included, seemed to operate alone. Assassins and mercenaries tended never to play nice with others, nor did they operate well in groups, usually anyway. [i]'Ironic how the lone wolves must now become a pack.'[/i]

Morgan stiffened inwardly at the mention of an inn and "getting to know one another." Inns always seemed to spell trouble for him, unless it was for hunt. Someone always seemed to notice something off about him... even if he remained fully cloaked. It seems no one likes a mysterious individual among their midst. However, the mention of a recovery spelled promise - even though he had been napping in the stone archway of some building, the fight had taxed Morgan - apparently, falling into one of his "episodes," took more than he remembered. [i]'I will just have to be cautious.'[/i] The sniffer nodded his agreement after Ixion's verbal confirmation and was about to sound his own concurrence when something drew his attention, snapping his vision to the alley they had rushed from not moments before. 

"We have company."

With his combined talents as a sniffer and vampire, it was easy to detect the bumbling, sweating, panting buffoons known as the city's guard. [i]'Four of them, by the looks of it'[/i] Morgan commented mentally, his eyes narrowing, his hand clenching around his studded weapon. Authority - one of the many things the hooded sniffer hated about society. [i]'The penin's promise better hold truth'[/i] Morgan thought, struggling not to snap in a combative stance, [i]'Or He will be receiving more than just four souls this day'[/i]