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


It was a true test of self control to stop herself from poking out one of Bartleby's eyes during his... oh so [i]inspiring[/i], speech. It was all... [i] Aggravating[/i]. She clenched her cane tightly. S kept looking him in the eyes - one of which she could availability poke out. It was almost like he was [i]mocking[/i] her with how she talked tall. Morag-Nog closed her eyes. Killing Red Legion soldiers? Defending her? Ugh. But by the time she had opened her eyes, Bartleby was long gone. The fool ran off somewhere. She sighed, shook her head. Wondering whether she should have taken the opportunity to poke his damn eye out. She could handle herself fine, and, far as she could tell, so could Iro. Whether Bartlebey's claims had any merit was up for debate. But the real question is does she care? If the fool could kill the Red Legion, then good for him. If not, then he's of no concern to her. He's gone, going to "back up" his claims. 

While Morag-Nog is here, aiming towards real goals.

Like giving the world the means of defeating the Red Legion.

As Morag-Nog walked, Iro voiced his thoughts about Bartleby lying. Which were pretty much obvious. It's just that the Orcess didn't care enough. "Hmph, anyone can boost...." She said as she continued, with a limp that struggled to keep up with the much more healthy Iro. Fortunately, Iro said to pause for a moment. Giving the Orcess a much needed break. Though she pondered what could make such a stop necessary. She stared at Iro, as he called something. Mitos. Possibly some pet. Plenty of people who lived in Tithe had their own companion. Whether it's a horse, or a beast they have tamed. Morag-Nog herself wasn't a fan of such beasts. While they were convenient for travel, they were messy, and trashed her inventions. But, Morag-Nog was not prepared for whatever beast Iro had. Her eyes widened as it crawled down towards her. A Turtle-Dragon?! Morag-Nog wasn't too versed in the Bestiary of Tithe. She knew enough to know that this was among the rarest of all beasts.

Iro asked her if she had food on her. To that, she had to shake her head in response. That would state no, but did she look like the type that would be carrying food? "Unfortunately, no." She answered. Iro made her introduction, and she nodded her head. "It is excellent to make your acquaintance, Iro." She answered, and nodded her head. Yet, she thought it was a perfect opportunity to share her goals. In the faint hopes that someone else could help her. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, they say. So what does she have to lose if she tells someone her goals? "Unlike that man, I meant everything I said back there. I am a inventor. One of the best. And I have made it my mission to get my hand on some Red Legion technology." She stood straight up and tapped her cane on the ground. "It is most likely Tithe's only hope of fighting the Red Legion on even grounds."