Marion Mordis

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Mor and Lag look expecting at their leader, the wonder worker Marion.

"We should go?"
"Right?"

At the current point in time, the Warlock hardly looked the 'leader' that Mor'lag believed her to be. Having initially dismissed the furbolg as an entitled whiner, she now had to actually listen to him. Or at least Jakk'ari, who provided useful translational services.

Marion shrugged.

"Sure. Why not. Hic..."

After all, what else did they have to do?

But then Isaera entered, dunked in the rain with her flax-like hair clinging to her scalp. Her inhibitions largely untethered by her apricot brandy, Marion pursed her lips as the elf entered the tent.

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She catches the tail end of what Jakk'ari says. "Five missing allies? Who....?"

Isaera looks curiously at the Furbolg. 'Roshorn'? Or was that one of the missing persons.

"I didn't know we had a visitor. What's going on?"

"I could write a book about what you don't know," Marion whispered under her breath, before taking another sip of her drink.

"Hmm?" Marion murmured a little louder, drawing her look up and across at Isaera.

"Oh...hic...Madam has returned? You honour us with your presence," she spoke, before turning to the Furbolg.

"Tell him Jakk'ari, he is lucky to receive his Ladyship," she gestured to the elf, eyes still on the Fubolg, "few are worthy...hic...few are worthy of her attention, so plead your case quickly and do not waste her precious time."