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are you familiar with the myth surrounding cupids?

Tis not ringing a bell. But now that you have asked such a thing, you cannot NOT tell me of it. What is it?

cupids are lesser deities in my world. the stories paint them children of Eros who's purpose is to spread love and desire among the humans. some say they are demons of fornication.

in classical sense they shoot arrows at the people and whoever is hit will be enamored by the person they are looking at.

Ah. We have Desire Demons who fulfil a similar role, tempting people with their desires--typically sexual or romantic in nature, but not always--in order to strike deals with them. There are spirits of love and affection, though it is not common to meet one.

A spirit of Purpose often becomes twisted into a Desire Demon when its nature is denied. Spirits can sometimes meddle in matchmaking as well.

[All very interesting, though she fails to see where this is going at the moment]

Is there an issue with one of these cupids that you need magic to dispel? [That's typically why anyone would seek her out, as far as she's concerned]

[Well. She's not too far off with her guess.]

i have temporary acquired a cupid's weapon. i assumed you would be interested in taking a look at it.

[She immediately perks up, sitting upright in her chair]

How did you come to procure such a thing?

[And then, a second later]

I want to examine it, yes.

it was entrusted to my care by a cupid herself.

i thought so. i shall bring it to you, then.

[She sends him her room number at the tavern because she's yet to make a home for herself in the middle of the woods like she'd want. She gets some tea ready, since it seems like good manners, and her years at court had rubbed off at least somewhat.

It gives her something to do while she waits, anyhow, and when Richard approaches, before he can even knock, she's calling out:] Come in.

[Her room is normal, more or less. No decorations, except for wildflowers she'd found, and other plants and herbs hanging to dry. A cozy fire in a fireplace. Chairs and a table, a simple bed covered in animal furs for blankets. She'd missed this kind of living, even if she'd gotten used to court.]

[Hah! Jokes on her. Because guess actually owns the inn and the tavern linked to it? So yes, Richard doesn't really need to look up the room number that she sends him. But once the message reaches him he gets up, packs the pistol that Koharu had left on his desk a couple of hours prior.

So, he makes his way upstairs where the rooms are located and enters to her space when invited. The state of her living quarters are a bit of surprise to him -- mostly because of how familiar the decor is. Majority of the people in this world seemed to be too cozy with the electricity to bother with living fire or animal pelts.]

It seems like you have made yourself at home here. [He says, eyeing the dried plants and what not hanging from the ceiling. Heh. Truly a witch's adobe.]

As much as one can.

[She looks around the room, looking proud despite herself.]

It is not quite like the home I came from, but is more familiar than the one I recently left.

[She pauses, because she's not sure if that made much sense but--] I grew up in the Wilds and traveled with a great hero before I traveled for a time with my son. Then I ended up in the court, le grand joyau of Orlais and Val Royeaux. [Fantasy France] Their rooms were far more... [She pauses in a way that suggests she's trying to figure out a way to describe them that isn't horribly offensive, but still gets the point across] Opulent, and plush. I did not care for them overly much, but I am but a woman. I, too, enjoy indulging in luxury.

[She never did outgrow that from her youth. She checks some of the hanging plants with a critical eye, before looking to Richard]

I can craft potions decently enough, largely for health purposes. The plants here are different--I haven't seen elfroot even once since arriving--so I am still learning what can do what.

Hm. [Richard hums as he walks further in the room. He listens to her words as he looks around the room, gloved hands raising up gently touch the leaves of the dried plants. Some of he could recognize while others he couldn't. Though, the comment about the quality of the rooms has him scoff out a laughter and shake his head briefly in amusement.]

Nay. I can't say any of these rooms can par with the halls of the royal palaces either. But we make a do with what we got. [Morrigan isn't the first witch that Richard has come across. There is of course the case of Joan of Arc, the pesky witch who haunted and cursed him even beyond the grave. But the one he is currently thinking is no one other than Jane. The rebellious woman who had made the king and his entire court her fools with just one potion. She had inserted in the royal palace with ease, but despite that she seemed to be always in her own element in the forest.]

There is only so much that you can do in a setting like this, I am sure. If you'd like it I could help you with finding something more.. suitable, let's say.

We make do. [She echoes him in a mutter, crossing her arms loosely over her chest as she looks around her room with new eyes.

The offer gives her pause, her head tilting as she regards him with a careful, but curious eye. She doesn't dislike Richard--he's interesting and in the funniest ways reminds her a bit of her Warden, but she knows better than to accept anything without knowing what strings might be attached]

And what, little duke, would you ask in return for procuring these more suitable arrangements?

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[Oh uh. The nickname does make him bristle in annoyance. His brows knit together, forming a disapproving frown to his features as he turns around to face her. Fingers crushing some of the leaves of the plants between them.]

Do not call me that, witch. [He scoffs dryly and lets go off the plants, walking closer to Morgana. Richard has always been shorter than the other men, is brothers standing a good head taller than him -- highlighting his frail and feminine figure. But it had been a small consolation to him that he was taller than the most women he had met in his life. It had given him some leverage and authority.

Now Morrigan might be somewhat taller than him, but Richard was not going to let that affect him. He still would demand the respect, no matter his appearance.] An equal favor for a favor.

[The words are cold as they slip past his lips. But oh, that reminds him. They had a reason for this meeting. Richard digs up the pistol that Koharu had left at his office a few hours ago, placing it on the desk among her plants and pots.]

[She smiles, slow and catlike as he bristles.] Oh, good. I was hoping you would have more bite than just on the battlefield. I do tire of battles of wits where my opponents are unarmed.

[She holds her ground, tilting her head up as she regards him thoughtfully. After a moment she bows her head briefly in acceptance, but doesn't move away] A favor for a favor, then. With some stipulations. I will not kill or harm children. [She pauses, trying to figure out if there's really any other limits here] ...And I will not destroy anything of historical significance. [Knowledge is power, after all. But really that's about all she can think of that she'd make a face at.

Even the children thing is new and that's only because she has a son now. She's pretty sure Richard won't ask her to dress up for a party or something so there's no need to mention that she will whine and complain if she has to socialize too much.

...She really doesn't have that many lines to draw in the sand here, huh. She would steal something of power or historical significance, but destroying it?? What was the POINT.

Anyway, she turns then to look at the pistol, brow furrowing a little at the unfamiliar weapon(?)]

I expected a crossbow. [She sounds almost comically disapproving.]

[Morrigan gets no response to her smug grin. It was not that Richard was incapable of the verbal banter, and could even enjoy from it in the right circumstances, but he was not interested in playing the game with her. But that doesn't mean that he is just going to and let her make fun of him.

The poker face stays as she lists her terms of agreement. Historical artifacts do not come as surprise to him, he could easily see a witch finding use for such objects. But the mention of children? Well, well. That was interesting one. But then again, he supposes that Morrigan was still a woman after all. Guess the maternal instincts would overrule the witchcraft.]

Worry not. I doubt there are any significant artifacts with historical importance. Nor are there any children who I need to get rid off. [While Richard didn't exactly enjoy hurting children he was not above of it either. Not if one stood in his way. As much was evident on the fates of his little nephews, the true heirs to the crown who were his enemies by birth.

But his expression does crack a little at her comment about the weapon. Richard scoffs a silent laughter, small smirk visiting his lips as if he was silently agreeing with the sentiment.]

That would be more fitting. wouldn't it? But I have come to notice that there are more people in this world who rely on these firearms than the bow and arrow.

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