[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

Morgana was quiet as they left the OMR office, letting Madeleine ramble about whatever topics she wanted to as they drove to meet back up with Xaviron. Not having to carry one half of the conversation gave her more time to think and to plot how to subvert the defences around her family’s estate; she was still no closer to an answer by the time they reached the Europaturm, but if it was that simple then there wouldn’t be much need to plot at all.

They reached their destination and as she stepped out of the car she heard the demon telling Xaviron about their meeting with Siegfried, only now realised that the other woman had become somewhat mistaken about her impression of the man.

Awed? Yes, she supposed that was one word for it. As soon as she had stepped into those office almost every ward woven around her person flared and buzzed in warning at the deity’s mere presence. Considering that they were only supposed to do that were they detected [i]hostile[/i] or [i]malicious[/i] energies she had been a little taken aback.

And more than a little concerned that a god was about to wipe her off the face of the earth.

It was a false alarm, fortunately. She had never been able to test how her wards and defences responded to a living deity after all and after the panic subsided and she had a few moments to examine what they were complaining about she realised it had more to do with that accursed sword of his than the man himself. It was an artefact after all, and not an insignificant one at that.

[color=c4df9b]“If you could tell me what manner of spirit it is as well, I could begin devising a suitable sealing circle for it; its nature and its affinities.”[/color] She still believed this hunt to be a waste of their time, unrelated to their case other than the fact that a victim of their target had brought it onto this plane. Still, they might as well handle this properly if they were going to handle it at all.