*
From her vantage point just outside the main door, Morrigan had seen and heard everything. She had done her best to keep her gasp of surprise at seeing Angelique as quiet as she could. Since no one had turned around to yell ‘I see you!’ or ‘Get that wench!’ to her, she assumed she had remained undetected. Getting back to the cemetery as fast as she could was paramount. Fighting the urge to go save Famine herself was strong but she knew deferring to others was the best. The Reaper and Ankou would know what to do and they were certainly stronger than she was.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, sweetie,” Morrigan whispered.
When she came out of the tunnel that lead to Angelique’s lair, the rain had become a lot heavier. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed across the sky. Taking a deep breath, the daughter of the Banshee flew over the wooded floors of the Borderlands with great haste. At least she wouldn’t get wet…she didn’t have solid form. Times like this made her glad she was a ghost.
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