Morgan of the Fey

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"Picking on a poor troll like that, beneath you Gilbert."

"No it isn't Morgan, and you know that." The fairy waved a ridiculous butterfly wing of a fan on herself and yawned as if to show her boredom with the conversation.

"So what help can I not help you with today Dunkley?"

"Why is the Fey attacking souls?" Morgan yawned again.

"The what in the what? I'm sorry exterminator your kind if so specific and I'm just not that kind of girl."

"Cut the bullshit Morgan, you know god damn well what I'm here for." The meadow shifted, Morgan transformed in front of Gilbert and Clarissa, she went from being an overly large fairy to a thin incredibly pale woman with sharp features. Gone was the normal fairy outfit, replacing it was a nice suit. The glade itself became an office, very spartan and a display of power.

"You take the fun out of theatrics."

"I don't have time for theatrics."

"So you said, power Dunkley power, the fey want it and souls offer it."

"Power for what?"

"For the war you idiot, what do you think is going out there in the world? There's a war brewing and the creatures of the Fey will not sit idly by while your people plunge into our realms with reckless abandon."

"My people?"

"I've said what I'm going to say, you can leave now." Gilbert wanted to ask more, but he figured he'd already pushed his luck enough with Morgan. Clarissa wanted to say something to Morgan, but figured she too wouldn't want to push her luck.

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"So her name is Morgan and she's of the fey? So she's literally Morgan La Fey?"

"Thank god you didn't say that to her in person she'd have killed you where you stood." Gilbert and Clarissa were already down the road.

"Seriously?"

"She once threatened to cut my balls off when I asked her if she knew Arthur."

"Yikers."

"That is not a word please stop using it."

"So what's our play from here."

"Our play is the worst one."

"We're going into the fey lands."

"We're going into the fey lands."