"No, no, no- I won’t step on the ship for less than a fuckin’ soverign, we agreed!”
She could feel a headache building slowly in her temples. The damn captain was trying to underpay her, again - this was the third trip where she’d had to fight for the pay they’d initially set out for her blade and skill. Once he paid, of course, the pay was exceptionally good. It was getting the payment in the first place, that was the battle.
She pinched her nose, bowing her head and raising her palms in a ‘I give up’ gesture. “Think it over, I’m gettin’ some fresh air.”
She grabbed her tankard and took a long drink of the ale inside, making her way outside into the bustling crowds. The air felt cool and crisp there, refreshing, clearing her head and soothing the temper that she had always had difficulty controlling. Leaning against the wall, she sighed and let her head fall back; but she had little time to relax, because a voice caught her attention.
She turned her head to the sound. It wasn’t initially noteworthy; a few knew her name here, mostly contacts and potential employers. It took a second for the voice to click to a name, and when it did, her mouth fell open.
She tilted her head down and her eyes fixed on the source of the sound, and a rush of nostalgia filled her at the sight of the witch amongst the familiar crowds. “Maker’s breath…”
There's a sense of wonder about her as she stares at her meant-to-be-dead friend, a rush of anger, but mostly, and rather strangely, relief. She'd somehow always had a bit of a feeling (or more accurately, hope) that Amell had in fact, not died, and had done what she herself did. Make a quick exit, ensuring that no one saw her as she went.
Making her way closer to the woman though, Morrigan can't help but give a smirk, shaking her head. They'd had adventures together, and she couldn't deny that she had a sense of affection for Brook, being able to finally call someone else friend when previously she had none. She'd grieved in her own way upon hearing the news of her death, but her own mission called her, forcing Morrigan to make peace with Brook's death quickly. "Strange that you are alive and well, when tens of hundreds of people mourned your death rather spectacularly. I was told it was a rather long affair, with the people lamenting your loss for weeks." Standing right before Brook though, her smirk widens into a genuine smile. "However did you do it?"
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