Morgan gave the Piper a strange look at his greeting. She wasn't surprised that he knew her, but his comment about the tournament and her role at the whole event was a bit strange. She was one of the most well known medicine women in the country and though she wasn't one to brag, she was probably among the best. To be told she was basically a front to make the fighters feel better about the whole tournament, was a denial of her skills and frankly, quite upsetting. However, Morgan was not one to let her emotions ride on her sleeves, so she quickly let the shocked look on her face vanish, and replace it with a calm respectful air.

"I have heard that, yes, but what strikes me as odd is that you imply that either no one will be injured, or that no one will survive. What does that mean for the winners? I may not be a surgeon but I do have excellent first aid skills that would help someone until a surgeon can be summoned. Are you to imply that even a surgeon won't be needed?" She looked hard at the Purple Piper, watching the smile on his face seem to grow as she spoke to him. He was a dangerous sort of man, and she only hoped that their conversation would not put her in his bad graces. The Purple Piper could be a great ally if he managed to stay on your side, but he was most cetainly, a formidable enemy. Becasue Morgan was not very good at reading the feelings of others, as the moments ticked by, she cautiously waited for the Piper's reply.