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Mordus Jain - what an odd name for a simple human. Apparently he was the one who stole half of Forde's map. Yet the secrecy of its contents still held behind the boy's creepy demeanor, giggling to himself loudly like an insane person, whilst repeating "[i]It's all mine - mine![/i]". His ramblings were already beginning to waste Titanica's time, as another blatant snort blared through her nostrils. However, Haley had intervened just in time to ask where this Mordus person is.

According to Forde, the other thief was last seen at Coldstep Pass with a couple of knights - who also got caught for digging up graves. Perfect. They're going to have to thaw yet another creepy gravedigger from the ice. Thankfully their person was able to cooperate with them just fine as they made their way towards the mountains ahead. Whilst she and the other guild members walked on foot (or flew if your name is Haley), Forde rode on a sickly mule, one heavily malnourished and near-starved. Titanica tried to ignore the poor creature, but even she had to admit that its owner should pay for the act of animal abuse - whether he did so or not. 

Just then, Forde asked the girls something quickly.

"[color=thistle][i]You said you needed me, girls. What for? And how did you come to know me? I worked real hard hiding myself from the world.[/i][/color]"

The titan sighed as she forced herself to respond.

[b][color=00aeef]"George Costava."[/color][/b] she answered directly, [b][color=00aeef]"He needs you for a plan to break into Ravager's Rest. We were sent to collect you."[/color][/b]

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Once the scent brushed upon Morgan's furry antennae, the moth girl was soon overcome by such a powerful anesthesia as she tried to listen to Dr. Darren's response. The fact that her senses didn't seem to pick up any immediate disturbances seemed like a sign that this stuff was genuine. Then within seconds the twin appendages suddenly stiffened, warning the moth-girl that something was wrong. However, their attempts to alert the body were but several mili-seconds short, as Morgan found herself loosing conscious, falling onto the lap of one of the Liliraune and blacking out completely.

When Morgan suddenly opened her eyes, she found herself laying upon a field of lush-green grass. Her mind was still fuzzy, but she found herself physically touching the sweet grass underneath her dainty palms. She lurched up to assess her location, only to find herself surrounded by a thick blanket of fog that obscured her vision. Where was she? Surely this wasn't the apothecary's shop. Is she dreaming? It certainly felt like she was dreaming. Then again, she did feel like she was also truly awake. If this is what his anesthesia was capable of doing - putting someone to sleep - then this was a completely new experience to her. 

But as the moth-girl continued to walk aimlessly around the fog-hidden background, her ears suddenly caught wind of an incoming object. Her eyes suddenly began to glow - sensing immediate danger - as they told her to jump out of the way as a swift red-object whizzed right by her. 

[b][color=f7941d]"Wha~!"[/color][/b] she yelped before colliding with the ground.

She got up again and quickly looked for whatever shot that poor bird at them. And once the fog began to recede some more, Morgan quickly caught sight of not one, not two, but three giant slingshots! And beside them, more angry birds of all different shapes and sizes, scowled at her, as they began to man their stations and prepare to fire.

What in Titan's name was in that Huwana? 

Morgan's eyes continued to glow a bright yellow as another red bird began to fly towards her. Once again, the moth-girl's small stature and quick reflects made it easy for her to dodge the shot, before seeing a tiny blue bird squeal towards her. About half-way, the bird suddenly multiplied into three, forcing poor Morgan to duck for cover. 

As she glanced over to her right, she immediately found Vivian and proceeded to come to her aid.

[b][color=f7941d]"Get up! Get up!"[/color][/b] she yelled in a panicky notion as she shook her to get up, [b][color=f7941d]"We must get to cover!"[/color][/b]