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[center][color=peru][b]Morrigan Wren Asherah[/b][/color] | [i]Wandering in Wanderneir[/i][/center]
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[indent]Morrigan eyed the room. She was in a local tavern, more secluded than the rest. Only a few men remained, drinking quietly at their own tables. Ever since the recent attacks and deaths, things had turned gloomy and the air always held fear. Morrigan's wandering thoughts were interrupted by the middle-aged human tavern keeper, [i]Young lady, I would be on your way."[/i] His accent was thick, one she identified closely with dwarfs.[i] "There has been a rise of monsters takin' lives once it gets dark. A woman like you wouldn't survive."[/i] Morrigan glared at him, but quickly covered it with a smile. She stood and nodded her head. Wearing a light grey, almost brown, tunic and a black corset, Morrigan had disguised herself as a typical peasant woman. It was only typical for a human to believe she wasn't a magic wielder and just a poor girl. She tugged her dark green wool cloak further over her face, hiding the tattoos. 

[i]"I thank you for the hospitality and the information. It will be of great help to me."[/i] She grabbed her bow from where it had rested on the table and slung it over her shoulder. As she left, the tavern keeper gave her a slight wave before going back to his work. Once the door had closed behind her, Morrigan's smile dropped and she became fully focused of her surroundings. She could hear a group of guards speaking loudly, probably at a different home or shop. Stepping her way onto the cobblestone path, she made her way towards the gates of the city. She intended to leave in the cover of night, before guards caught her lurking about. Whispering a short incantation, her eyes gently glowed. Now she could see more clearly, much like ally cats. Her ability to sense other's 'mana' was lowered, and she relied on herself to hopefully not run into trouble.

Just as the thought crossed her mind a hollow chorus of gasps and a few clicks suddenly overwhelmed her. About five small humanoid shadows surged from the shadows. If not for her sight, Morrigan would not have even seen the sprites coming. [i]"Shit!"[/i] Hissing, she quickly pulled her bow out. The sprites were already on her. One was already chewing down on her arm. Taking her bow, Morrigan slammed the blunt end into the next closest sprite. It wailed in pain, shrinking back a bit. Blood was dripping from her arm, ruining her cloak. Morrigan tried to calm herself, using magic now would be a death wish. There was only one thing she could do. [i]"Someone please help!"[/i] She cried, trying to draw the attention of the guards or someone. Ripping the sprite from her arm, she thew it to the ground. [i]"Dammit!"[/i] She yelled again. There goes leaving quietly.  [/indent]