@Name__pending Her to keep herself undercover but it was Morte, the woman had to do what she did.
"Now, who are you? Arya did not give a name."
The messenger. It had to have been, there was only one other woman with a vest like that.
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After hearing about her boss' antics and lies, Morte decided to step up to the plate. Her fingers carefully plugging the vest in to purposely overload it, she found herself simply landing on her feet. Her red bow keeping its position as her curls bounced-
@Name__pending "And to reassure you everything will be fine. I will be your guide from now on, the messenger spoke of you helping her. Despite you striking her, He approved of my visit."
The blonde would give a little wave of her hand, she smelled like flowers. Roses to be exact. Arya warned-
@Name__pending Wondered how far she could take it. Her eyes sparkling slightly as she spoke in a very upbeat voice.
"I am Morte the Beloved. Lover of mortals."
Morte was still very human but he didn't know that, he didn't know about her curse either but she would use it to her advantage-
Lightly. She would begin to look for the crusader, this was where Arya left. . . right? Morte's bright blue eyes began to inspect the area around her before crossing her arms.
"This is one place to be, huh~?"
She chimed lightly, she knew exactly what to say but not how to-