Chains of Command

Morgan motioned for Jigano to sit as she looked out of the room to tell a guard to check through the items and a servant to bring them some drinks (as requested, mulled cider for Jigano, water for herself). Going to sit opposite him, she raised her eyebrows at his offer of answering questions, honestly not having any prepared in her mind. It wasn't that difficult to think of something to say though, with the stellar impression she'd gotten of the man. "I met a disciple of yours called Quanil in the Greatwood. They were very enthusiastic about your accomplishments. Do you purposefully drill such admiration into your followers?" Perhaps it sounded a little like she was talking about a cult, but that wasn't a million miles away from the notion she had gotten. Morgan Storm clouds abound in the land of my heart And the war-cries fly from the company But I have seen no quarter, my love In the gaping maw of the enemy