Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Damien kept his head down as he walked through the wilderness. A canvas sack hung off his shoulder, laden with vegetables. The last of his crop. He let that thought just sink into his head. The last of his crop. His farm was gone. No more. He gritted his teeth and looked down, clenching his fists. Morrigan was gone. Mother was gone. Father was gone. These crops would get him as far as they got him. Whatever he could trade it for. That was what he needed to do.

His feet ached as they touched against the soil. He could see the market ahead of him. Part of him told him that he should turn around now. Once he has traded away these crops he could never turn back. He could never be a farmer after this. He wouldn't have the money to go back to his old life. He scrunched up his nose and shifted the bag. He made up his mind. He wouldn't go back. Fuck those fates. He would find the power. He would make the power.

He walked into the market. His shoulders were hunched and he wore common clothes. A shift and a pair of trousers. Sitting the bag down at a stall he began chatting up the vendor. His words were curt and short. An exchange was made. He handed over a handful of vegetables and took the coat. A thicker coat. In case he needed to head north. He didn't know if he would need it, but better safe then sorry. His eyes traveled over the market slowly. Angrily.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

A cloaked figure graciously walked among the stalls, a huge black raven perched on her right shoulder. She stopped at one, as the vendor greeted her.

"Greetings sir" She took off the hood of her cloak as she spoke. 

"The usual, sister?"

"Yes, that will be enough" The woman put a small pouch of coins on the hands of the merchant.

"Thank you, I'll send the food as soon as possible"

"By the way, do you know if any herbs have come from the south?"

"I'm afraid that, with this plague, it's impossible to trade..." The man crossed his arms as his eyes looked at nothing "If this doesn't end soon, the trading business will suffer" 

"Sorry to hear that, mister. May Mother Nature be kind to you"

After departing from the stall, she kept on walking through the market, searching for something interesting.

"This came at the worst time" The sorceress spoke to her raven as she looked around "I was so close to getting information on that idiot... Damn my luck" She pet the bird's head "Guess revenge can wait a bit more after all this time"

She passed a man in a thick coat, something feeling off. The look in his eyes... A man with so much burning rage in his eyes was often a bad sign
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Damien still had a handful of vegetables. Maybe he would be ale to trade those for a night in an inn. Just the thought of a warm bed gave the barest hints of a smile to his lips. As he looked up from his bag and new coat, his eyes followed a woman. She donned a cloak and a bird of the night rested on her shoulder. She couldn't mean good news, but then again he wasn't looking for good news. Before he could open his mouth to say anything one of his old buddies stepped out from behind the stall.

"Damien? Man its been so long since I've seen you. Where have you been? Hows the farm?"

Damien looked up at the man his eyes dark and shook his head.

"It's Morrigan now. I dont have time to talk."

"Isn't Morrigan the name of-"

Damien shot a glare at the man, withering away the conversation. His friend slowly sulked back behind their stall. Damien rolled his shoulders and readjusted the bag on his back before letting his eyes scan the crowd. Where could he stay that people wouldn't recognize him or bother him.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

Her ears caught some stray words between the moderate cluster of sounds from the market. *Morrigan*

The sorceress stopped as she furrowed her brows, forcing her brain to remember. Morrigan, that name sounded familiar indeed, but who did it belong to?

A memory then crossed her mind. Most of the times she came to the market, a girl ran around the stalls, greeting the merchants and with her hands always full of flowers. Belladonna sometimes thought she could be a nice addition to the lodge if magic abilities manifested in her. Mother Lilly would have surely loved her.

Last time she saw her, the girl had softly pulled the sleeve of her satine cloak and had offered her one of the flower crowns some of the vendors had around their shops, or even worn on their heads. As much as the woman denied it, that warmed her heart a little bit.

It had been long since she last saw the lovely girl around, did something happen to her? The curiosity of the brown haired woman moved her towards the man with the long face.

"Excuse me sir" She gently tapped his shoulder, to get his attention "Do you, by any chance, know a little girl that used to be around here?"
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Damien was about to walk off, deeper into the market when someone gently tapped his shoulder from behind. He tensed up, not knowing who could possibly want to grab his attention. Maybe his friend again? He doubted it. As a feminine voice sounded and asked about Morrigan he felt his reasoning snap.

"She's dead ok?"

He said whirling around and facing the woman. It was the woman that had intrigued him earlier. That didn't stop him from yelling as he had already begun.

"She's dead and she's not coming back." 

His voice cracked slightly as he looked at this woman. Anger still radiated off of him, but now a mixture of sadness leaked into his features. He didn't like talking about this. That much was obvious. His knuckles turned white around the bag he was carrying and his jaw clenched. He was waiting for this woman to slap him for speaking against her, but he really didn't care right now. He had lost his entire world.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

His sudden anger didn't faze her one bit. That much sadness and sorrow that his eyes held could only come from someone who was really close to her, probably a family member.

Her face stayed emotionless, as if carved in stone, as she maintained visual contact, her reddish-brown stare cold as the ice in the lakes up North of Marin.

"That is a very much unfortunate event, but there is no need to yell at me, sir" Her voice was calm and showed no signs of irritation "I would advise you to stop, if you please"

His face features and bone structure resembled those of the late girl. The man seemed young to be her father; maybe a brother?
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Damien listened to the woman, the anger never leaving his face. He could feel the stares of a few people passing by. He could hear the murmurings as they began to wonder what was happening. He took a step back and looked around.

"Listen lady. I dont know who the fuck you are, but I've got every right to fucking yell."

Her calm voice was pissing him off even more. How could she be this calm when she was talking about a dead person. His lips turned up into a snarl. He turned his head and spit on the ground.

"Youd be fucking angry if you just lost everything to the fates."
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

The sorceress ignored the curious crowd around them. She instinctively raised her chin slightly as she looked down at him, being barely 2 inches taller than the man.

The raven erratically moved their head while examining him. 

"Yes, I was indeed angered when that happened" Her voice stayed exactly the same "And in fact, I still am; but you don't see me screaming on people's faces, right?" She slightly tilted her head to the left as she asked, her eyebrows furrowed, then went back to her normal position. No more words left her mouth for a moment, as he had just spat on the floor.

A barely noticeable hint of disgust crossed her face at the gesture.

"Don't ever make assumptions about someone's past or present, sir, as you could be mistaken" She lifted her right hand to calm the raven with a caress over it's wing "I'm deeply sorry for your loss, may Mother Nature hold her soul close in the after life. But don't. *Ever* Yell at me like that"
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Of course she was one of those. The ones who seemed to be on your level always acted bigger. As she lifted her chin up to look down her nose at him. He did nothing to mask the disgust written across his face. That calm ass fucking tone of voice angered him further and further each time she spoke.

"Well pardon me ma'am I didn't mean to insult you and your highbrow methods. I deeply apoligize."

He was no longer yelling at her but his voice dropped with venom as he sunk into a sarcastic half bow.

"I ain't making any assumptions. So dont assume that I am. *Ma'am*."

His eyes flashed with anger at her mention of Mother Nature. Fuck the fates. Fuck Mother Nature. She was the reason this shit was happening. Fuck her. Fuck everything she stood for.

Damien could almost hear his ears ringing with the rage. He didnt care about this crowd anymore. About any of this fucking bullshit. The could all just die. Every single fucking one of them.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

Condescending, angered brute. She rolled her eyes as she sighed. The mockery irritated her to her very core, but as mother, may she rest in peace, said: you might lose lots, but never lose your manners.

"In fact, yes you are. You assumed I haven't felt the loss of everything dear to me. But as you are showing, you are no man of reason right now mister. If you excuse me, I have to go back to work; have a good day sir" She did a small bow with her head as goodbye. 

That man was blinded by grief, which was understandable, but no excuse to such rudeness, or so she thought. He was shorter, but stronger than her. She hated confrontations, and even with her spells she could easily get hurt if the man decided to unleash all the sentiments he wad holding. 

The murmurs raised around them
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Damien clenched his jaw as she argued with him. No he hadnt assumed. She had made the assumption that he had. If he were some sort of knight, that wielded a sword, he might have a code of honor that prevented him from doing what he was about to do. He was lucky he didnt know how to use any sort of fucking weapon or he'd probably be in deeper shit. Fuck emotions man. They suck.

"You can go fuck yourself lady. If you truly knew what it felt like then you would understand."

As the words left his mouth he turned his head and grabbed the edge of the stall beside him. While he couldn't swing a sword properly, or wield a dagger. Years of plowing the fields made him strong. He pulled the stall towards him. The contents of the stall clattered forward as the stall fell to the ground. He turned on his heel ready to storm off. Fuck her fuck this crowd. Someone screamed. Fuck them. Shut the hell up. Just shut up. His hands went over his ears to try and block out the sound.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

She had turned around and resumed her walk, desiring everything but a useless confrontation. She didn't quite pay attention to the crowd, nor did she pay any attention to his words. Not until he said that phrase: *If you knew you would understand*

She stopped dead in her tracks, calmness leaving her body like the wind swept it off her. May she be forgiven for losing her temper like she was, but that last part hit bullseye. The raven got agitated when it sensed her and flew from her shoulder to a nearby stall.

The crowd gasped and backed away at his violent actions, but Belladonna didn't move a single muscle, she just turned back around towards him.

This time, her voice had the same tone as before, now heavy with dread, but louder so he could hear.

"It was fire held by horrendous men, not fate!" The crowd went a bit more silent "Burnt alive to ashes in front of my eyes! And damn me to hell if I don't want to do the same to them!"

She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, regaining her composture and calm tone. She shot a look at the crowd that shushed their gossip, dispersing some of them. The raven went back to her right shoulder as she returned to normal. 

"As I said before, I'm sorry for you loss sir. Have a good day"
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

He could hear her even through his hands. She spoke of a fore and horrendous men. Then she understood. Someone understood. But that didnt calm his anger. His hands dropped to his side as the murmurs from the crowd died down. She was brave. He would give her that. She didnt back down. That was commendable. He turned back around and stepped forward looking at her.

"Then do the same to them. Destroy them."

His words were harsh as he reached forward, grasping the edges of her cloak and pulling her down so she was at the same height as him. So she would look him in the fucking eyes.

"Make them fucking pay."

His voice cracked as he said it and he let go of the edges of her cloak and stepped back. His rage was slowly dying. The sadness was building itself up inside him. Choking him. He couldn't stand this world without Morrigan. He had no reason to still be standing here.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

The sorceress didn't flinch when he grabbed and yanked her so aggressively. She waited for him to finish as an idea popped into her mind.

He was strong, driven by anger and the same dread that filled her soul. He was a commoner, not a noticeable ounce of power ran through his veins, but could still be a usefull ally in her plan.

When he released her, she softly patted her cloak back to their original state with her hands.

"If you look around, you will notice that this is no place to discuss those kind of matters" She suggested him as she groomed her clothes delicately "I will gladly have a word with you about that when your nerves are back to normal, sir"

The crowd still murmured, but they knew better than to bother a witch from the nearby coven *And* A brute man with anger issues.
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Damien looked this woman up and down trying to determine what she wanted with him. Why was she suddenly friendly. Or not friendly. She wasnt hostile now. He was still bristling but his wits were coming back to him now. He looked around at the crowd, his cheeks staining red as he released what a scene he had made. The vendor looked at his wares on the ground in dismay. Damien winced. He handed the man the rest of his bag of vegetables. There went his livelihood. He shouldnt have let his emotions get the better of him. He apologized to the man before his face returned to stoic looking at the woman.

"Lead the way. I've got nowhere to be. Take your time, but I'd rather not stay here."

His eyes are slightly wet as the thoughts of Morrigan flooded his brain. He shut them out quickly. Fuck. He didnt need to cry in front of this lady. Especially after he had probably insulted her ego.