Morgana walks into the field and wonders about that young serving girl. Why wasn't she frightened by Mordred? Did she know him? Maybe. But maybe we shouldn't trust her. I must find out the girl's name! Then maybe I can get some answers. At least she is loyal to me. Morgana's thoughts flow as the sky rumbles in disagreement. "Lady Morgana, you don't need to be in this storm. Come back inside my lady." It's that girl. Did she follow me? Morgana shakes off the feeling and turns to smile warmly at her. "Oh, of course. Silly me. I just love thunder storms. You?" Morgana looks at the girl. No expression on her face. "Yes, they are lovely. Now my lady you need to come inside. Sir Mordred has asked to speak with you." The girl's expression didn't change. Her voice had no emotion. As if she was dead. Morgana brushed herself off and followed the servant to the room where Mordred was waiting. She then turns and leaves after dipping her head to both of us. "Oh, Morgana. I might have a location on Merlin. A little town called Elador. I thought that maybe we could pay a visit to our dear friend." Mordred says casually as if he was asking to watch a flim. Morgana pondered this idea for a few minutes. "No, we will send the serving girl who brought me here. I believe we need to see how loyal she is." Morgana states. Mordred's eyes bore into Morgana. For one second, you could see hate, then it disappeared as if it didn't happen. "Of course, we want to be careful. No mess ups this time." With this, Morgana left to tell the serving girl her mission. The mysterious girl agreed, and with this she was off. Mordred walks up to Morgana and whispers, "Her name is one that you know from the old days. When you still loved Uther."
