Exton

Morgan stands outside the tavern near the front parking lot. Determined to get inside with no one the wiser she casts a quick glamour over her looks. Her hair shortens and changes to a pale blonde, her features soften, and ear tips disappear but her eyes dont change, still green and icy with hate.

As she walks towards the front door she tugs down her short skirt, pulling the neckline down even further. Her hips sway provocatively and her jewelry chimes in the breeze.

Stupid cattle. They wont recognize me. When the band is close to finished for the night I should be able to sneak upstairs and grab a maggot. Doesnt matter which one, the buyers wont know the difference. I can say its the witch's brat and none will be the wiser.

Pausing at the steps to the entrance, Morgan adjusts the bandage she has around one hand. The pin prick is slow to heal and has been painful. The palm of her hand is inflamed and swollen and she doesnt want to take a chance on anyone seeing it.

I think I got the little fucker that did this, but just in case he made it. Damn annoying insects, always buzzing around where they shouldnt be... into everyones business...

She smiles at Jeb, who lets her in, even though Trooper gives a low growl. Her eyes take in the crowd, making note of who is there and who isnt.

I wonder where those gargoyles are.... The bartender is still here, slaving away for the human pigs that frequent this dump... Maybe a drink while I wait for my chance to get upstairs...