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Sitting atop the polished alabaster marble step of the temple, you let out a puff of frustration through your nose. They don’t trust you; they think you are working for the Council or are wary enough to feel opening up to you isn’t worth the risk. Your eyes are pointed towards a pit situated between the three ziggurats, but they aren’t focused on the display in front of you. Two knights are battling it out in a waist-high pit used as an area. When you first arrived here and investigated the place, you noticed a slight red stain marring one of the floor tiles, speaking of past bloodshed. The fight going on doesn’t interest you. Initially, you watched and pointed out the flaws in their attacks to Morrigan and Claire; but it soon became tiresome as the errors compounded, and you ceased.
“You should go down there,” Morrigan interrupts your blank stare, her voice echoing a hint of pride.
“To do what?” You look at your smiling Padawan, not following her meaning.
“To show everyone that her master is the best.” Claire shoots a sly grin at your blushing Padawan.
“N-no, to see how you compare to them, you might be able to learn something from them.” Morrigan huffs as her pink cheeks grow a shade darker.
Enjoying the sight of the embarrassed and outraged Morrigan, you share Claire’s infectious grin. In an overly formal tone, you reply, “Your wish is my desire.”
“Forget about it,” Morrigan scowls at you with eyes that could shoot daggers as she grabs your shirt, not allowing you to stand up, her cheeks still flushed red, before glaring away into the sky in a strop.
Claire scoots next to you and whispers into your ear, “She’s so cute. <span class="mu-i">My master can beat your master</span>.”
Morrigan makes a point of glaring into nothingness even harder and defiantly folds her arms across her chest. Claire goes to comfort and reconcile with the sulking teenager. As you watch the pair make amends, you spot a figure standing by himself at the edge of the temple, looking down into the forest below. You’ve noticed him before, moping as he stares into the maze of trees below, always the same spot with pain coating his face. This might be your in; if you can solve this man’s distress, he might be able to vouch for you.
“Hey Claire, I’m going for a walk. Might be a while, look after Morrigan for me.” Claire gives you a soft smile of affirmation as she brushes her golden-white swept bangs. Morrigan gives you a glare as you say your goodbye, clearly, she hasn’t forgiven you yet and doesn’t like the idea that someone needs to babysit her. You barely manage to suppress a chuckle, which would incense her more if made audible.
