[i][u]Morag-Nog[/u][/i]


Through the chaos, screaming citizens, and Red Legion panic, Morag-Nog got picked ou. Morag-Nog stopped, and  placed her cane on the ground. Before turning towards Iro, and giving him a glance from the side. Grinning impishly. Must be her [i]lucky[/i] day. Though, her reputation must precede her. The talented Morag-Nog walking through the streets of this city of fools? Someone[i] must[/i] be stopping to help her. Or taking what little money she has on her. With everything going crazy, he must think the crippled orc would make easy picking. Morag-Nog kept one hand near the dagger on her hip. Close enough for her to draw it and poke his eye out. Well, he's in for a surprise.

The man, he appeared human, an [i]attractive[/i] human. But Morag-Nog felt he wasn't fully human. That skin... she didn't spend enough time around the other races to tell. Morag-Nog could tell he was a warrior. His build, his weapons, the way he carried himself. It was too obvious. She spent too much time around his type. Long before she became the inventor that she spent decades becoming. Hmph. She sneered. Any fool can carry a sword, but this man could be helpful to her. He was on a mission, and Morag-Nog felt that she could figure out what is going on. She pulled that  hand  away. She turned towards Iro, with her cane offering support all the way.  

"I may know where it is," Morag-Nog answered calmly, taking a step towards Iro. "But I need you to answer a question for me first..." She nodded, and slowly turned towards the raging crowds of people. "What is going on? Is the city under attack?"