Morrighan is brushing her horse and feeding him. A cool breeze comes from the west and makes her hair wave. She smiles a bit and then pats her  horse on its neck. She had brought the man to a small cabin that was once from a farmer. What happened to the farmer is unknown to the villagers, but they all guess it was something horrible and it had something to do with the female bandit that was now using it.<br/><br/>â€œWho are youâ€¦ where are you? Why am I here!â€ She could hear coming from inside. It was a loud shout which made her and her horse, Delduwath, look up. Morrighan decides itâ€™s better to take a look at the young man that she had taken off the street before. She guesses heâ€™s a rogue as she had taken a look at his armory and arms. Her footsteps aren't heard on the leaves and grass.<br/><br/>At the moment that she opens the door, Morrighan looks at the armed rogue and remains silent. Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision to leave his weapons in the same room as the man was. She quickly unsheathes her arming sword and holds it in front of her. â€œDonâ€™t take another step forward.â€ She says in calm and confident kind of way.