A split second decision was made: Morgan prepared to jump, his frame tense as he did a double take on the woman. Unfortunately, the second looked caused him to catch his already moving frame, slamming his body back against the stone wall. The glint of her blade reflected to his red eyes as he slowly returned to a squatting position, watching the scene unfold once more and waiting for an opportunity to present itself. The vampire looked at the woman once more, and then back to the wall with an annoyed glare. The opposite alley wall taunted him, beckoning him to a different angle of the conversation, but danger was present. Despite himself being void of some basic emotions, a twinge of his soul caused him to be almost startled. [i]'I almost forgot what it feels like this - fearful.'[/i]

It had been a long time since he had felt this way, at least when he wasn't desperately hungry. The fear of dying or completely losing control was always imminent when he had gone too long without feasting, but when he was completely satiated? This was an all together new experience.

One thing was clear, however, amidst his realization of forgotten emotions: the tension between both parties was rising, although slowly. It hung in the air like a heavy rain cloud, though the woman's even flow remained constant as always. Morgan frowned as he attempted to peek around the building's carved stone wall. He hated the waiting for before battle, whether it be on grand scale or just a scuffle between a miscreant and soldier. It was always a mix of emotions that bundled together like tangled string and only became more twisted as the fight ran its course. Only when a clear victor started emerging did energy become more normal and streamlined. At least for the victor - the loser's energy would become impossibly tangled and then suddenly end. Death was always so quiet for the soul.

A stifled sigh of frustration issued from his mouth as he returned to his previous position. Morgan could see nothing of the red cloaked man and it worried him. Not knowing where his possible enemy was could prove to be a terrible (and perhaps even fatal) disadvantage.

[b]"I serve the Duke of Zerul. And he wants the Fixer to stop disrupting out efforts to prevent the Crimson Dawn from acting within Zerul. Let me examine your eyes so I can ascertain whether you are him, or I will have to examine them against your will."[/b]

Again, curiosity plagued the sniffer, but it could not be dealt with, at least not yet. Slowly ascending to a standing position, Morgan's eyes hardened as he prepared to make a leap of faith. [i]'Silent. Strong.'[/i] With that thought, he took a quick one, two step and leapt to the opposite wall…

He would easily make jump, but he had used too much of his supernatural strength once more - this was unfortunately a common occurrence. Even though he had been a vampire for a few years, every once in a while, he would understate his abilities. With a surprised grunt, the sniffer would slam against the wall, scrabbling for any hand hold to avoid falling backward and falling to his possible death. Without looking down to see if he had been heard, the vampire quickly began to climb to the rooftop. With any luck, he would not have been seen, but he almost could guarantee that he had been heard. Cursing under his breath, he moved quickly upward, ears still listening:

[b]"… I am a steel-for-hire, so I am not obliged to grant those requests. The only people I take orders from are my deity, through his infernal contract, or those who paid for my services.”[/b]

Morgan would reach the rooftop with ease, quickly casting about his eyes to find the man - but he would see nothing. Also to Morgan's unfortunate situation of not knowing where the sword-for-hire was, the vampire had missed a part of the conversation between both woman and man, something that could mean life or death in some cases. Keeping low, the vampire's eyes squinted as he attempted to find the previous speaker. Luckily, the man had not finished speaking, but what Morgan saw was not comforting: the man's weapons were also exposed.

[i]'Tension is indeed rising'[/i] Morgan would mentally comment as the steel-for-hire finished his sentence:

[b]"So unless you do not have any valid reason as to why you need to examine my eyes besides forcing me, I am obliged to depart from this street.”[/b]

Morgan's body tensed as he awaited action - a definitive answer had been given and the vampire was sure that it was not the one the woman was looking for - battle was almost positively imminent...