Name: Morgul the Necromancer<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Orientation: Straight<br/>Location: Copper Ram Tavern<br/>Time: 1:30ish PM<br/>Tagged: Eldrith, anyone following.<br/><br/><br/>As soon as they were out of sight Morgul gently but firmly pulled his arm from Eldrith's grasp and put it around her, holding her close to his side. Behind him the pebbles Zarn had caught collapsed back into fine dust like that on the floor which no manner of sweeping could ever seem to get rid of.<br/><br/>"You don't need to thank me for that. And call me Morgul, he's the one who rode in on a white horse to rescue you, Karl's still just a name at the bottom of an E-mail to you right now." He chuckled at her question and gave her a little squeeze against his side as he walked with her toward their room. "Now, now, Love. She'd make a saint contemplate murder, true enough, but she paid for her arrogance in advance. Besides, most of what you just heard are the fumblings of an uncertain, socially awkward, woman whose currently in emotional denial, whatever her intellect says, because her life work may have just<em>killed</em>someone. In her own way she's in more shock and turmoil then<em>you</em>are. She just tends to react in the opposite manner of everyone else. Also<em>she's</em>on<em>our</em>side, with top level clearances and an intimate knowledge of the game, I'd rather have<em>her</em>, maddening as she is, then some greedy, money grubbing Vice President who might be more concerned with hiding what's happening then with protecting people."<br/><br/>They reached the door to their room and he drew her inside. Siting on the bed he pulled her into his arms before speaking firmly but caringly. "Now that's enough about<em>her</em>.<em>You're</em>still hurting badly. I'll stay with you as long as you need me to but... is there anything else I can do to help?"