Time had drifted by and where was she now? A denizen of the quiet streets of Newhaven the steadfast city of self-centered fools if one were to ask her. They clung to a tradition and wished for times since past when they held a modicum of power or strength. They were but brave squatters in darkness, shaken and broken from the endless cause for war. The city’s people were either fooling themselves or careless toward the conflict anymore, taking to the cold nights with indifference waiting patiently for the end. Morrigan found that she couldn’t blame them for their apathy.
She had spent the better part of a few days hunting down the only Salamander not accounted for, her own personal charge Alexander. There was much to be accomplished and time was running out, if she desired to achieve her goals. Stalking the public for hours had turned up nothing, and though she knew it was likely he was hiding out in the forest, it was far too dangerous to wander alone. So she shifted from tavern to tavern and poked her nose through the shops and inns hopeful to find him. There was no one else she could really trust and it was vital that she secure some allies for the path she now wished to take.

“Alex?… Alexi? Where are you? Come to mummy, I’ve got errands to run and I won’t be late now!”