In confusion, she tilts her head, and takes a small  and wary step forward. "Morrigan...?"She said meekly,The name was familiar in a somewhat sickening way...  He wouldn't be talking about the Lady of Ravens and Death from the old stories if this Morgan was a sorceress... No, he had pronounced it differently, Morgan was not the same as THE Morrigan, was she? And the last name, Le faye... She had never heard that before. No, the Morrigan had no last name, she couldnt... The young fire-haired girl found herself even more confused.<br/>"The city? I honestly have no idea... I just know that I happen to be here..."She said softly, her voice holding quite a bit of confusion and timidness. She was unsure of his promises not to harm her, he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to be lying.  The air was still, and smelled of danger. Surely he would want to kill her! Surely, why else would he be so open about what was wrong with him?!"Your pretty... talkative, aren't you?"She asked."Do you tell everyone you meet all about whats wrong with you?"she continued, not realizing how rude she must have sounded. "I am... Ral..."She said, very hesitantly. She wanted so badly to leave, to take off running, but her legs felt as if they were frozen to the ground. She found herself trapped.