"What makes you think magic will ever come back?" Morgan suddenly asked. She was little noticed among the crowd- not as extravagant or aloof as Nsia- but a mere shadow. She was short, and one might not even notice her demonic heritage without closer inspection. The rogue often wore a cowl over her horns, and her complexion was brown moreso than red, characteristic of the southerners across the sea. The woman was among the least mature of the group, even if her species was relatively long-lived. She had a slender and lithe body, so rarely seen in its leathers underneath the thick cloaks she fancied.<br/><br/>"Only magic left is fiend magic." She said, nodding to Anton, "That's where your<em>miracles </em>come from. Everyone's talking about Gods but who has ever seen one- even back then? Gods or demons- it's the same damned thing."<br/><br/>"How insightful, coming from one of their spawn." Grant added, narrowing his green eyes. From underneath her hood, the rogue's own eyes were indiscernible, but her tone was sharp and to the point, "I was conceived by rape, inquisitor."<br/><br/>"You shouldn't judge Morgan too harshly. She's had to kill her own kind.... many, many times." The king said, shaking his head as he pleaded for compassion. "All the more reason the two of you should get along." Vaelor said with a sigh as he stared at the exorcist, "I know how many people you killed at Lysand."<br/><br/>Grant's jaw clenched like an iron beartrap before he bitterly retorted, "Don't be so righteous with me- that toxic creature would have gone on raping and murdering gods know how many if<em><strong>I</strong></em>hadn't put a stop to it."<br/><br/>Myrunue shook her head and stood up, "We're all comrades here- we shouldn't be arguing. ...My sister was possessed by a fiend- he knew her thoughts, how she acted, how she felt. I didn't know until it was too late- Grant only did what he had to do."<br/><br/>The inquisitor ran a hand through his short, receding brown hair. "Thank you." He managed with annoyance, "What about you then?"<br/><br/>His eyes turned towards Nsia, his tone almost curious and condescending all at once, "You said the scourge was<em>after</em>your childhood. They weren't trying to make half-breeds back then. At least not on purpose. So then where does your-"<br/><br/>The king closed his eyes and sighed, "That's enough." He said, his voice calm and authoritative, "We have a purpose here- and I do not doubt the resolve a single one of you." It was hard to tell if he was honest or not- given how much distrust had already been sown amongst the members of the expedition. As righteous as he might have been, not even a king could be without bias. "I would ask all of you to share my faith in one another."