Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Market

She waited as he came back to his senses. He really felt bad, or so it seemed as he tried to fix what he did to the merchant.

Many emotions were visibly boiling inside him. *What a mess of a man* She thought to herself.

As soon as he finished with the vendor, the sorceress nodded at his words, as a response to his offer to lead the way, and turned around.

"See sir? When you come back to your senses you seem lile a decent fellow"

She walks among the stalls until they exit the market, on the path to the nearby inn, where she left her horse.

"Didn't even have a proper introduction" Her leather boots stopped right next to the worn down low wood fence that surrounded the inn that served as tavern. She turned around to face him and offered her hand to shake.

"Belladonna of Taemar, pleasure"
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Market*

Damien followed after the woman, glad to be rid of the crowd, watching their every move. That's what irritated him. He followed shortly behind her, his footsteps short. His face was kept grim. As they approached the building and she turned around to introduce herself.

He eyed her hand warily. He didnt trust it. He thrust his hand forward into hers and shook it. 

"Morrigan Sylvian, don't know if I can say it's a pleasure yet, but its definetely something."

He didnt care if she knew that wasnt his real name. For all intents and purposes he was Morrigan Sylvian now. Damien was dead with the rest of his family. Only Morrigan was left.

"Why would you want to talk to me? Especially after..."

He gestured vaguely back towards the market where the scene had just occurred.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Local inn

So he adopter the little girl's name... He definitely was close to her then, perhaps too strongly. That could be perfect for her plans. What can drive a man better that pain?

"After you screaming at my face? Don't worry about it, I'm used to it" She did a dismissive gesture with her hand "I want to have a word with you, my kind sir, because I indeed want to have revenge... Although *Justice* Would be a more appropriate word"

Her feet resumed the walking, passing by the woman's horse, which she gave a pat to.

"Care for something to eat? It's on me"

Business shall never be done with an empty stomach, that's one of the things she learnt long ago.

She opened the door of the inn and waited for *Morrigan*.
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Local Inn*

Morrigan nodded at her words, following her as she walked by her horse. His hand gently reached out, brushing across the horse. He felt connected to animals. Animals didn't need you to speak for them to understand. He placed his head and hand on the horses side and smiled before patting it and stepping up to the open door. Pride told him to deny the food she offered. On the other hand, his rumbling stomach told him otherwise.

"Yes, thanks."

He avoided looking at this woman as he walked inside the inn. He found a table near the corner and pulled out a chair sitting down. He had no money now and nothing to trade. He hoped that this so called *Justice* Of hers was worth it.
Charles
Belladonna of Taemar
Local inn

She entered and made a gesture to the man behind the counter to catch his attention. He smiled and responded with a gesture that signaled he would tend to her in a minute. The sorceress then took a seat at the same table he did. 

"You spoke about revenge like you want revenge yourself. The question is, against who?"
Hue
**Damien "Morrigan" Sylvian**
*Local Inn*

Morrigan watched the woman sit down and rolled his shoulders as she spoke to him. His hand rested on the table and closed his eyes as he thought about the question she asked. He let out a breath and looked Belladonna dead in the eyes.

"I want the power to fight the fates. If I can't do that, then whats the point in living?"

His words were angry. Not hostile, but angry. He truly thought the fates had betrayed him.