Exton

Morgan starts to lose her temper and stomps her foot. “Of course the maggot can just be snatched. Damned gargoyles... they are stone half the time anyway. Someone should take a sledgehammer to them and make some pebbles... Would make a pretty walkway in my gardens...”

Crossing her arms Morgan continues, “What else would I leave but a changeling? What else have our people used for centuries? Why should we change a strategy that works?”

Morgan is annoyed that Keon hasnt immediately fallen for her charms. Taking a step closer she hisses, “Peculiar sex? If you arent interested in me, it must be something very peculiar... your horse by chance? Or one of the hounds? Dont tell me its that skinny little fae slut thats hanging all over the Viking, I may throw up. I cant imagine you with a weak half breed...”