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[indent][indent][color=gray]The room started to thin out, several of the gods seeing it fit to leave early and the Morrigan felt her anger flare once more. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a second to even her breaths before addressing the room.

[color=91A6B4][b]“I know I don’t have a lot of information, but it’s imperative that you all know as soon as possible.”[/b][/color] Her hands grip the podium and her eyes pierce into every god in the room, [color=91A6B4][b]“There is a murderer on the loose and any one of us could be next.”[/b][/color]

The Morrigan spared a glance towards the mourning mother, feeling one-legged and graceless. What is one supposed to say to people who lost someone special? Especially when all she knew of Hephaestus was his ugliness and bad politics. The Morrigan cleared her throat awkwardly, [color=91A6B4][b]“My condolences to everyone close to him. He was, er, a special man with…a good heart?”[/b][/color]

Well, she tried.

The Morrigan was a professional, and professionals always put their phones on vibrate during an important meeting. Despite the gravity of the situation, someone thought it fit to call her [i]again[/i]. The woman fished out her phone from her pocket and glared at the caller ID. She hit the end button, resolved to call back after she concluded the meeting.

[color=91A6B4][b]“Well, this has been…entirely unproductive and I hope next time we meet it will be [i]tamer[/i].”[/b][/color] She shot a glance at the door which Ares had walked out of a moment earlier. [color=91A6B4][b]“Now, excuse me, I have an important phone call to take.”[/b][/color]

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