"Yeah..." Morgan softly replied, wary still of Nsia's 'experiments', "You know what it's like, then- aside from being an ordinary 'half-breed'." She narrowed her red eyes in contempt for the word.<br/><br/>She stood silent for a long time, "I don't like where we're going... the others that came back, they were sick. Well, the two diviners and Velatha."<br/><br/>The woman narrowed her eyes. However little she spoke, it was evident at least to Nsia that this was a cunning woman with much more on her mind than she readily divulged, "Niald's lizard got bit... but it's fine. Myrunue, Arngrim and Jahtera were fine. But not the other three... It burnt the leaves, yeah... but a small fire like that, just underbrush and stuff- it's only dangerous to kids and old people."<br/><br/>"I've been around a few demons in my time, and every one of them would sooner go back to hell than live in a cave infested with blight." She turned her head back towards the alchemist, "A few have even said something to that effect."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I do not like this." Vaelor softly said as Anton knelt down before the catatonic woman in chains. They all stood around, watching as he spoke the incantation and cast his spell upon the undead knight. Slowly, her sullen vacant gaze disappeared and her eyes were alert... and alarmed. She shook her head, looking from one person to the next, "He came back..." She said, softly and more to herself, "He stayed for me, but then he went away..."<br/><br/>The next scroll brought some of her identity back. She tried to move, her hands and arms bound, and then looked towards Anton, "My dear Isunduin." Her eyes glazed over and she softly smiled, "I must have overslept, but I'm saving my strength, so don't be angry... Are we in Cometfall yet?" She seemed not to notice where she was, or that she was chained up, or indeed any of her surroundings. The third scroll would bring her back to full faculty.<br/><br/>With dark hair and dark eyes, she was fair though not a beauty- in life, she could not have been this hollow-eyed woman who was acted upon and did not act. She was wearing armor when they found her, brilliant and resplendent though wracked with age. She appeared to be a knight, then- and not the husk of a woman before them.