Lacking clean water is a problem to be solved if the blacksmith would cease to pour his filth in it. [Ah but to what filth does she refer to, a riddle for the ages.]
I did not expect to find ruins. Such old ruins, I am unable to travel as I please these days and it has been some time... [A pause for Morrigan to reach for her grimoire, the rifling of papers to the right page as she mutters to herself throughout and--] Yes, old, to be very certain. And you were aware.
[Not an accusation, why else would Morrigan be sent there to a handmarked location that a Warden, a child, an abomination better serving them dead would all overlook?]
Thranduil-- they were old. Old enough that I struggle to put a date to them. I would say elven for what else is so ancient yet... [Rare is the day when Morrigan trails off because she doesn't know the answer herself.]
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I did not expect to find ruins. Such old ruins, I am unable to travel as I please these days and it has been some time... [A pause for Morrigan to reach for her grimoire, the rifling of papers to the right page as she mutters to herself throughout and--] Yes, old, to be very certain. And you were aware.
[Not an accusation, why else would Morrigan be sent there to a handmarked location that a Warden, a child, an abomination better serving them dead would all overlook?]
Thranduil-- they were old. Old enough that I struggle to put a date to them. I would say elven for what else is so ancient yet... [Rare is the day when Morrigan trails off because she doesn't know the answer herself.]