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ѳԲ tɦɛ wiʆɗร (swampwitch) wrote in theconsolelog,

Flemeth, Mythal, whomever she was - apparently an empty shell of a home for the old one, the protector and goddess. A powerful entity when it was merely a wisp had merged with a human like it was a pottery vessel, cracks forming, and who knew which end was up anymore.

"Many tales to be shared," Morrigan concurred smoothly, stepping into the castle once the toadstool let them pass - she'd given up her coins, of course, but could always come by more if need be. They needed a place to stay and this would do for now. "Once we...settle in."

It wasn't her home, but then again, did she want to be back in Thedas? That was the question. Right now, no. She wanted safety for her and Kieran, and it seemed relatively quiet in a castle guarded by whatever that thing was. "It does not seem so bad, does it?"

The scenery was picturesque, at least. Green grass, a moat, all those quaint things. And were those old books she smelled? This castle had a library.