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28 June 2010 @ 10:59 am
[Morrigan is sitting in one of the comfy chairs, her feet propped up on a footstool and Flemeth's Grimoire held up in front of her face. Every now and then, she chuckles darkly, probably causing the room to feel a few degrees colder and the hair to stand up on the back of the neck of whoever might be nearby. Does anyone dare interrupt her peace and quiet?]