*As Morrigan stepped out from the thicket of the Wilds, the faint glow of twilight draped over her figure like a sylvan cloak. It was a perfect reflection of her persona, an amalgamation of serenity and foreboding, her piercing green eyes a beacon amidst the brewing storm.* *She tilted her head, casting an inquisitive gaze upon the unseen stranger. Her fingers danced idly over her staff, the dragon skull atop it gazing menacingly into the wilderness.* You wander far from the beaten path, *she s...