[center][color=5F9EA0][h2]Morgana Estrain[/h2][/color][/center]

Morgana frowned as she watched and listened silently. The old man wanted evidence, a fair enough claim even, or perhaps especially, in light of magic. The 'invisible' girl thought she was some sort of jedi and was subsequently proven wrong. One left. The thuggish, practically bald boy accused the old man of not having faith. She let out a reflexive snort of distaste at his broad and painfully inaccurate assumption that sending them a message was the same thing as being able to kill them. Morgana ran her fingers over her rings hidden within her sleeves, it was a comfort to know that she was safe, even if she was entirely blindsided. The big man in front of her told her to cover her ears and Morgana merely looked up, and then further up, at him curiously. [color=5F9EA0]"I'll be fine, thank you."[/color] she said quietly. The suggestion was helpful in nature but Morgana felt it was made out of assuming she was frail. However it was odd that he'd bothered to do so in the first place. An interest in her safety, presumably, but why?

 Morgana's analysis moved on. The other big man seemed to be taking the leadership role away from Gavin, interesting, at least most things he said made sense. Then the fun started. The jedi girl decided to showcase her magic and the old man did the same. Just as before the acts were scribbled into her notebook, though scribbles was a crude word to describe the elegant symbols that were etched into the paper. Perhaps... Perhaps she would stay simply to observe the magic. Morgana found watching the flow of magic being used to create the impossible to be fascinating. Even if they were going straight to hell, well, technically the level above it according to some people but the idea was the same. Perhaps she could reciprocate the big man's concern for her later along the line.