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"I would assume you would return as soon as mages grew a backbone.." Morrigan kept her face emotionless as he spoke, her eyes drifting over to the Quniari briefly but then right back to Lucas as he continued. "No, not a blight to be precise, but the situation in the north is growing worse; and it seems the Qunari have sent for the wardens aid; and as the warden-commander. I'm obliged to offer my help to them." He said calmly, his eyes looking over her, and with a chuckle he shook his head. "Your only going to grow defensive? No hug, no words of welcome?" He smiled that usual sarcastic smirk. "You've not changed Morrigan, your still as cold as you were the day we met."

"Well you know I am not one to change much. And I have been away from man for a long time again. All of this is alien to me yet again." Morrigan watched Lucas companion and saw him growing irate. Typical of a Qun. Wonder if Sten is about too. Maybe the entire whole crew could get back together. Alistair, the old wise woman. Oh I'm sure Wynn is having a ball with this outbreak. Oghren has probably drank himself into a pit somewhere. Ugh, and Leliana. As Morrigan let her mind drift she jumped slightly when Lucas spoke again.

"How have you fared Morrigan..?" he asked in a very calm voice. He was being sincere and Morrigan never really handled that well. She never really figured out how to deal with it.

"Well Lucas, I have been quite well. My bitch of a mother is dead and not trying to take my body. I have been studying her grimoire since I left and I see the World in a different light." Glancing again to his companion Morrigan finally smirked, "So what are you looked for that your friend here is looking so impatient about getting stopped? I may be of some assistance since usually what you are looking for can involve a bit of fun." Morrigan rested her hand on her hip and folded her arms, slowly becoming more relaxed with her former lover.