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The assignment had been simple: deliver some tomes. In theory, he should have gotten it done in, at most, an hour, and yet here he was, running to his destination with limited visibility. Tomes stacked up to his nose or maybe a bit higher, Morgan seemed to be playing a delicate game of balance, albeit not on purpose, as he set about his task.

So focused he was, in fact, of completing his objective that he didn't really notice two things:

The first was that there was someone in front of him, although where they were facing and what they were doing was something he didn't really have a chance of knowing.

The second? The ground was uneven at a certain spot.

Losing his balance as he stepped, expecting flat ground and falling forward as his ankle bent, Morgan was sent sprawling forward, tomes flying, and onto his unintended victim. "Wah-!"

Also, hi Olivia, Gangrel and Morgan. Lets make mischief >:0

-hit with bricks-

I'LL TRY TO THINK OF SOMETHING

As much fun as the constant death and misery in Plegia was, it did get rather dull for a while and Henry had decided that it was time for a change of scenery. One of the few merchant caravans that had a license to travel between Ylisse and Plegia had run across him in the middle of the desert, and he had managed to weasel his way into accompanying them all the way to Ylisstol. Having a flock of crows at his beck and call proved useful when his only way to stay with the caravan was a threat that he would set them all upon the shipment of corn that the caravan was transporting.

When they finally made it inside Ylisstol, Henry was quick to hop out of the wagon he had been stuffed into. As much as the merchants were loath to lose their shipment, they couldn't very well walk right into the capital with a Plegian mage on their heels!