A giant spider is not without its drama, though that tends to come with the fright and squeamishness of others. [And the smell of urine when the giant spider launches itself at others, the last thing certain people have ever had the certain misfortune to ever see in their miserable little lives. Still, this is less judgement than expected from a Circle mage but Morrigan is careful. Coy.

Celene had her reasons for asking after particular talents and knowledge, all to mutual benefit until it had reached an end but this could easily tip either way. The Inquisition never allows for folk to so easily avoid one another should a thing go ill.]

Well if there are those who will go about as sheep in a field, they cannot be surprised when the wolves come as do the butchers. [Myrobalan had much the same speech of her once; the Circles were what they were, too many offered their throats. Perhaps people will one day notice that Morrigan has so seldom called herself a mage at all.]