[color=007236][h1]Morag-Nog[/h1][/color]


[i]Hmph? What foolish army would...[/i] Morag-Nog thought to herself as Iro spoke. Until her entire disposition shift at the "magic words". The Red Legion. Her eyes widened, as she took steps towards him. Tapping her cane on the ground when she stopped. "The Red Legion?! Here!?" She asked Iro. This is incredible! The Red Legion, right at her doorstep. If she could get some fool to grab her some of their weapons... Only problem was that they were laying siege to the city. That she[i] just[/i] so happened to be in. Crap! The look on her face had flipped over and turned into a frown. This presented a problem. Getting the weapons were nice.  They were worthless if she died before she could examine them. She placed her hand on her chin. Pondering for a moment what to do. Leaving here was the most sensible thing to do. But she doubt it'd be easy. Making a break for it without a mount would be hard with a bad leg. And the fact they had-

Some other fool walked up and started babbling. It was obvious he was listening in on their conversations. How rude. Her eyes drifted towards him, as she kept that frown on her face. It was hard not to get irritated. Morag-Nog knew his type, he was in some position of power. He was asking if the [i]mighty[/i] knights of this city would come in and defeat the Red Legion. Hmph. With what, a flick of their wrist? The Red Legion is nothing like anything this.  He just angered her some more. "What are you, some child?" Morag-Nog asked Bartleby. She stood straight up and looked at him. "Killing them won't be an easy task. They're too advanced, our best bet is to-" She continued chiding him until his pet companion came within her gaze. What...? A large fat cat, following the Nobleman around. The creature was simply repulsive! She pointed at Shin, while looking up at Bartleby. "What manner of creature is [i]that[/i]?" She had to ask.

Bartleby offered up his talents. Negotiations (Which would be useless). Sneaking (Which would have some use). Fighting (Which everyone on this damn planet knows how to do). What was he worth? Little. Which is why Morag-Nog is placing her faith more into Iro than Bartleby. But yet, there are ways she can work this conversation in her favor. She stood straight up - well, straight as she could with that leg. She slapped a hand over her chest. "I am [i]Morag-Nog[/i], talented orcess inventor. If I can get my hands on some Red Legion weaponry, perhaps I can figure it out." She realized how much worth she has to the world in their fight against the Red Legion. It may take a long time, but perhaps she could even the playing field. "I will do all I can to assist." [i]This city of liars and self-made men.[/i] Morag-Nog thought to herself.

For now, she had to take Iro to the hospital. "Now, I may not remember exactly where it is, but, I will lead you to the hospital, Iro." Morag-Nog started walking toward it.