<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/64447606/large.jpg)</div><br/>The idea of at least attempting to find and put his old clothing really should have occurred to Morgan but the halfling seemed as oblivious to that idea as he was to the way his hips swayed thanks to the surprisingly comfortable heels he now wore. After several miles of walking, his feet should have been sore in the unfamiliar shoes, but it was almost as if he had been<em>meant</em>to walk around in high heels.<br/><br/>Upon spotting the hiding beings, Morgan stopped and gestured for the others to do likewise, unconsciously listening to the little voices that whisper to him as he stood there pointing them out, his posture shifting slightly to add a little more curve to his back, for the halfling's small, firm backside to be more prominent to those behind him. Quite unaware of his new standing position Morgan idly twirled a lock of his hair around a finger as he peered down at the road.<br/>"I guess we should go around," he decided with a small, delicate shrug. "It's not as if we have any reason to risk a confrontation, after all."