Morgan hummed softly to herself as she strolled through the market, the smells of oils, fruits, and incense filling her nose. "Hmmm, smells delicious out here. I've been cooped up in that brothel for a bit now." Morgan thought, skipping over to a jeweler, and staring intently at a beautiful geode necklace, the chain a braided gold. The merchant let out a hearty laugh, picking it up and handing it to Morgan.

"For you, young lady." He purred, winking at her. Morgan smiled softly, taking the necklace and putting it on.

"I love it." She smiled, squealing happily. The merchant licked his lips, looking up and down Morgan's figure.

"Why don't you," He started, grabbing her hand and yanking her close. "Come behind the curtains and pay up." Morgan grimaced and yanked her hand away.

"I may work at a brothel, but I have some class, unlike you." She snapped, huffing and walking away from the stand, the man's face contorted into anger. "What a pig." She thought, pulling her robe tighter around herself. "Maybe I should head back."

Morgan walked with her head down, her eyes watching the cobblestone. People pushed and shoved past her, not caring they ran into her. She looked up after a while of walking, and she was in front of the brothel again. A light smile appeared. "Home sweet home, I guess." She opened the front door, and inside, Erik was standing there, arms crossed and a panicked look on his face.

                                       "M-Morgan, we need to talk."