[<strong>Morgan</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br/><br/>Morgan sat up with a yawn from her place at the back of the wagon. It wasn't a wordsmith's place to use her legs to get around unless she really had to after all. The petite tiefling stretched her long limbs, letting her legs swing over the backend to dangle in a careless manner as she rubbed her stark blue eyes.<br/><br/>"You cause such a racket that I can't sleep<br/>I wish that I could slumber, 'stead I weep..."<br/><br/>A smirk curved her lips as she pulled the long flow of her jet black hair back to tie it into a bun. Out of them all she was perhaps the most physically striking. It wasn't so much for her beauty or her forms however, being on the better side of average but rather slim and of few curves, but rather her stark red skin, long back-swept horns and slithering tail. Tieflings sure had a talent for sticking out like a sore thumb, but Morgan had taken it to a whole new level, sporting rather garish colored clothes which sort of popped out of any background she stood against. It was very important after all, to be seen, being an entertainer and all. And as such, once she was sure she was at least partially presentable she picked up her lute and gave it a few strums.<br/><br/>"Gather 'round you of little expertise<br/>I shall tell you of these lands and further<br/>what variety of creatures dwell in it.<br/>So listen well or else wear a<em>fool's cap</em>..."