Morana impulsively tensed. When the daughter of your employer and someone who could command the local guard leaned in close one became very cautious. The last thing she wanted was Ashley feigning some sort of fit or bursting into tears and otherwise indicating Morana as the reason for it. Ashley's father would not be pleased.

Slipping away a half step, just putting a little distance between them Morana ran the end of another bolt of silk through her hands. She liked crimson. It was a fair cry different from the teal blue dress she wore. She still kept a close eye on Ashley, suspicious with why the girl was suddenly so interested in her and more importantly, wondering why she was letting Morana know what she knew. What did she know? Was it simply a word that she had heard her father use in passing or did she have real knowledge.

"-and what do you know about- Templars?" Morana asked carefully, feeling like she was walking on very dangerous ground.