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Morrigan glanced around the massive city and began to slowly walk through the crowd. As she walked she felt a strange tingling up her spine like someone was staring at her but she didn't know from where. Narrowing her golden eyes the feeling grew until he heard a very familiar whisper form behind her. "Morrigan.." Lucas mumbled lightly. Frozen where she was, Morrigan did not know what to say let a lone how to respond. She knew there was a chance of running into someone she knew, but the likely hood of it being Lucas was astronomical. "I thought you were gonna stay out of Thedas from now on? What brought you back?" he asked. Licking her lips Morrigan turned and looked up at the elf.

"I've heard there was some kind of an uprising and the mages have finally grown a set of balls and decided to not be slaves anymore," her answer was louder than it should have been for busy streets like this, but it did not stop her. Folding arms close to her chest like she did when she got defensive. "You look good Lucas. What brings you to Denerim this time? No more blight I presume?" she asked. She wasn't sure how this conversation was going to go, and she knew where she didn't want it to go but it was going to happen at some point. Not here and not now Lucas. That is all I ask, she thought to herself, her golden eyes never wavering from him, trying to read him before he answered.