[center][color=violet][h1]Morgana Ironholdt[/h1][/color][/center]
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[b][color=Violet]Magical energy:[/color][/b] 338 out of 340.[/quote]

They had arrived at the tavern relatively intact. Morgana had so much racing through her head that she had instantly retreated to the safety of her room guided only by her hands to find the correct number having left only one order to her servant in her mind. [i]"Get to my side and stay by my side at all times unless I say otherwise."[/i] She was certainly shaken by the events of the battle that was for certain and frozen on her unfocused eyes was a look of startled fear of a cat in the head lights. She was certainly shaken and feeling rather upset with herself at the fact she was what she felt the biggest liability. Knowledge was useless on the battlefield if you couldn't apply that knowledge without making it worse. She flopped face forward on the bed in a complete fit of frustration. 

[color=violet]"Lancer"[/color] She said through the muffled sheets trying to hide her tears of anger at the loss of fellow class men and how useless she had been. [color=violet]"Do you think I was a failure in that fight. Be honest. I didn't do much."[/color] She said expecting him to tear her down like her parents did in order to make sure she'd succeed in order to not be commonly referred to as dirt. Perhaps that inbred self loathing she had is what made her want to succeed so badly.  She never really had an emotional outlet and neither was she going to let Lancer see her cry so she simply layed face down talking through the muffled sheets.

[color=violet]"Be honest Lancer, Why did I even summon you. If you even who I think you are. Constantine. Did I summon you from the throne of heroes or are you someone else with no name that has great connotations to christendom. I can't tell from features I can't tell from shape nor voice. I can only tell from your word. So tell me about yourself and do not hesitate to spare me from the gore."[/color] She commanded refusing to say anything about her own life. Wishing only to placate herself with the storys her servant would tell her. [color=violet]"Tell me all about your abilities and any secrets you have as well. I need to know so that I can have [i]Complete[/i] faith in you as my servant."[/color] She mumbled quietly only audible enough for him to hear her tears slowly soaking into the sheets.