Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Local Inn

The woman smiled as she listened to his words. Exactly what she was expecting.

"Fate..." She let out a soft chuckle "A really powerful enemy you have made" The woman signaled the raven to hop on the table and off her shoulder, which the animal obligued "All the power in the world won't help you if don't acknowledge her first" She pet the bird as she spoke, and turned her head to face him "Let me explain myself; to win the war against fate, you have to embrace what she has given you, follow the path she puts you in" She slightly bent towards him, lowering her voice as if she was telling him a secret "In that path, you will find opportunities and knowledge, and if you use them well, you'll be able to bend the path and change your fate at will"

The woman smiled once again as she went back to her initial position. A stray strand of wavy black hair fell on her face and she tuck it back as her eyes saw the bartender approach them.

"You will indeed need power for that, but in that aspect I can have you covered. That's why I told you to come here"

The bartender arrived at the table with a grin on his face. The sorceress always paid well.

"Greetings Bernard" She said as she did a polite bow with her head.

"Miss, long time no see! Want the usual?"

"For me, yes. For my friend here, bring all the food he wants until he can't swallow anymore please"
Hue
Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian
Local Inn

Morrigan watched the raven while Belladonna spoke. Fate indeed was a powerful enemy, but at this point he didnt care how powerful he needed to become to kill her. He would find that power. Somehow. What had Fate given him though, he had to think. The strength of an ox. The ability to read and write. Maybe he would be able to bend Fate. Soon.

She speaks as if she holds great power. She says she will have him covered, but that sparks suspicion in his eyes. As the bartender comes over he finds it easy to slip on a fake smile.

"You know. I'll have the hunt of the day. Whatever your boys were able to catch."

Morrigan didnt care that that was one of the cheapest meat items on the 'Menu.' It was Morrigans favorite meal when they ate at taverns. She loved examining the animal and trying to determine what it was. As the bartender left he leaned forward the smile gone almost instantly.

"Where do I play into this in your story? You know mine and you said you can give me power. But no power comes without a price."
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Local Inn

The bartender left hurriedly, yelling the order to someone in the kitchen.
A smirk was drawn on Belladonna's face as he asked.

"Ah, a smart one I see? Glad to know" She made herself comfortable on the chair as she faced the man again "I said I can cover the power part, in magic terms, but I can't *Grant* You power. No one can. I am no god, nor am I mad enough to believe I'm one"

The bartender arrived with a globet with wine and put it on the table before leaving again. The sorceress smiled to him as a thank you. Her right hand took the globet and lifted it up to her nose so she could smell the red liquid.

"I am aware there are people way more powerful than me, and people way less powerful" She said before taking a sip of the wine "And you may think that, if there are people out there more powerful out there, why would I be of use for you?"

She delicately swirled the drink as she observed it for a moment, right before looking back at Morrigan.

"But tell me, what happens when you surround yourself with people, of different levels of power, and all of you work together? You create a power greater than anything ever seen before. And that's where you play part in my story"

She had another taste of her drink before she resumed her explanation.

"You help me, I help you. You join me as an ally in my fight, you can count with me as an ally in yours"
Hue
Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian 
Local Inn 

Morrigan looked the woman up and down as she spoke. She couldn't give him power. The illogical and angry part of him wanted to stand up and leave, but he managed to repress it. He would stay. He didnt need the power necessarily. He needed someone to wield the power on his behalf.

"Just because I was raised on a farm doesnt mean I'm stupid. I need allies and you need them to."

Morrigan looked at the people in the Inn. Some wore swords. Some had axes. Others sat with no weapons.

"How can I help you? I dont know how to swing a sword. I'm no good with weapons. I cant do magic. I dont know how you want me to help."