Morgan looked the lug of a man, Kendov, over as Aaron was scolded by the knight. He seemed to be nothing but skin and muscles up and down every inch of him. This is the kind of man a knight bumps into and falls on their ass. 'It would be like hitting a wall.' She thought to herself. She was quickly pulled out of her thoughts when called to leave. She took a stride not far behind Aaron and spotted the man before he did. She'd already made a curved path around some trees and came up behind the man looking him over. "From the bottles and flasks I'd say and Alchemist or potions master. Looking for ingredients most likely, his clothes are falling apart and he's covered in filth. Likely nothing on him worth the time of day. Perfect for you Aaron, a desperate whelp looking for some quick coins. That is if he doesn't pull a smoke and run from the pocket in his sleeve." She spoke plainly, looked up at Aaron from over the man's shoulder still standing just behind the alchemist.