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"While we did pursue the suspected thief into close proximity of a crowed, we did not have an opportunity to engage them there, as that is where we lost sight of them."
"I was able to see the aura of a magic item, that i suspected was the item stole from us, go down into a nearby sewer, so we pursued."
"We entered the sewer to try and recover the item, but after being set upon by a strange beast, we lost track of the item."
"We then exited the sewer, where we were promptly arrested."
"I plead, not guilty, your honor."
Deception check to sell the lie about losing the stone: 18
Persuasion check for the not fighting on top of the crowed: 13 (I don't believe we had any opportunities to fight on top of the crowed, as that is where we lost track of the thief)
The magister has a reputation for being fair and giving unusual but appropriate punishments. He is not known for being corrupt or being especially ambitious.
Morph:
"Well done, Myth. We will have much to discuss after this is over," says Golorr.
The magister considers Morph'swords, nodding as he considers them. When Morphis done, the magister thinks for almost half a minute in silence. Then, a small smile creases his lips.
"Very well," he says at last. "On the charge of disturbing the peace, I find the defendants guilty. You did disturb the peace instead of enlist the city watch."
Before anyone can object, the magister continues. "However, in light of the circumstances in which the defendants found themselves protecting themselves and their possessions, and taking into consideration the attack on their persons here in my own courthouse, I waive the punishment of 25 GP and an edict. Instead, you are hereby assigned to change the bed sheets at the orphanages of Waterdeep for a ten-day. If, after the first 3 days you are shown to be responsible, you may complete the punishment without the supervision of a member of the city watch."
He knocks a polished rock on his desk loudly, ending the judgment. Once done, the party is escorted from the courthouse and set free.
"Huh," Laniel says, beginning the walk back to the North Ward.. "Help at an orphanage. I would have done that without the banging of a magister's gavel."
The party make their way back to the North Ward. The door opens for them as they trudge up to it. Upon entering, it closes behind them. Wordlessly, everyone finds their bed and passes out, sleeping until supper time.
Slowly, everyone gathers in the great room, grabbing a meal and beginning to discuss what to do next.
Rethan chuckles at Morph as they head back to the manor. "Well, I'm pretty sure leaving the city when we've been assigned to change sheets at the orphanage for the next 10 days would be rather frowned upon."
"Myth,"says the voice in his head. "Myth. I'm bored. Wake up."
As Myth rouses, thankfully well-rested, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes while Golorr chatters on. He asks about the manor and how they acquired it. He asks about Myth's companions and how he met each of them. He asks about the Grey Hands. Finally, as Myth finishes getting dressed, he says, "You are clearly aware of the poltergeist residing here. Why haven't you killed it? Tell me about it."
Mal sleeps in until the noise from the rest of the house finally wakes him. He seems utterly exhausted, but doesn't refrain from adding, "Oh yes. As persons wanted by at least two and a half organized criminal rings with access to illicit artifacts, magics, and weaponry, let's lead them right to a building full of nearly homeless children, why don't we."
He digs into a loaf of bread with savage gusto, pausing only to dip a crust in a bit of honey and to swallow some liquid courage, should any be found nearby.
Lanielsits on the floor, cross-legged and shirtless. It is still quite hot and inside feels a bit stuffy and musty still. But nobody is intent on venturing out until the city cools in the late evening, it seems.
"So we retrieved the stone key thing. How do we use it to Lord Neverember's lost treasure. Did Morph say it talks? Why would a key need to talk?"
Morph answers Rethan, as the door opens and closes for the group,
"I wasn't thinking of leaving forever, just for some rest is all. Forget it anyway, I'm too tired to setup a camp anywhere, plus, I think it might be morning soon."
"If I'm going to be sleeping during the day, I would rather be out of the blasted sun."
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The later that day, when Morph awakes he seems to be introspective and quiet, as he cleans and prepares for whatever lies ahead.
Myth responds to Golorr's barrage of questions, one at a time,
"We acquired the manor as payment for rescuing someone."
"I met Rethan while I was with the City Guard, we have been friends for...a few years now. Mal and Lanial, both Rethan and I, meet at the Yawning Portal inn."
"As for Titus, he joined us more recently, buying out another of the owners, Titan, who had to leave because of family matters."
"The Grey Hands are sworn protectors of Waterdeep."
"Yes I am aware of the ghost, but would never dream of banishing him."
"What better gimic, or draw card could you ask for? The hunted tavern, it's perfect, or will be, when we get the place all fixed up."
"I can speak more in depth later if you like, but I am going to need to discuss things with my friend's now."
"Actually, I think it was Mal who claimed it talked, but I can very much confirm, it does indeed talk."
"It calls itself Golorr, and it appears its desire and purpose is to collect knowledge, and it has been doing so, for along time."
"If I was to guess, based on my limited interaction and understanding, it is possible that Golorr either knows where and/or how, to get access to the fortune, or has the magical nature to discover it."
"But before we continue with Golorr and the missing fortune, I...ah, well....I think I need to tell you all, about something."
"You have all put yourselves on the line for the group and our objectives, and me in particular at times, and I think you deserve to know."
Morph takes out Golorr and places it upon the bar and steps back.
"I am going to tell you a secret about me, and I'm not sure how you will all take it. If you decide I cannot be trusted, someone else can take the stone."
"I will also submit myself to your judgement, if you think you cannot continue working with me."
Morph takes a deep breath, looking down at his feet, unsure what awaits him.
"Our last two fights had us coming up against shapeshifters, beings that can change their forms to look like almost anyone, or in the case of the sewer beast, anything."
Morph looks up at his friends, uncertainty in his eyes,
"My secret is...well, I...I am a shapeshifter myself..."
Morph looks to see the reactions of his friends,
"I can confirm I am your friend; Rethan, we have known each other for a few years now, ask me anything, I can prove it has always been me."
Morph looks uncertainly between his friends and then decides to demonstrate.
"This is my true form..."
Morph changes from his, pale and slim half-elf form, becoming even slenderer, and paler. His eyes go completely white, with no iris or pupil, the skin around them darkening like natural eye liner. His ears become round like a humans, but his biggest change, is his hair, which goes from a short slicked-back, jet black, to a much more voluminous, platinum white.
"...I'm a changeling...also...my true name, is actually, Myth..."
Myth looks small and vulnerable before his friends, waiting to see how they will react.
"I understand if you feel, you maybe can't trust me any more, but I thought you deserved to know the truth, and I don't want any one to be blindsided, if the truth comes out, later."
Lanielrealizes his mouth is hanging open and a long silence has taken over the manor. Eventually Lanielfinds some words.
"Uh," he says intelligently. "Too many thoughts to get out."
Lanieltakes a deep breath, centering himself. "The most important thing is to know whether or not you are the Morphwe have known since the Yawning Portal or, in Rethan'scase, longer."
Titus takes in the news, and marvels at Morph transforming before his eyes. After a few moments his eyes narrow and he asks sternly
”But what is the reason for this deception? Are your kind persecuted or discriminated against here in Waterdeep? Why have you chosen to be Morph instead of Myth?”
”As for the stone, if it’s intelligent enough to talk then perhaps we can bargain with it? Is there anything it wants in exchange for this sought after information?”
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L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Rethan watches Morph warily as his friend shifts to look like a completely different creature, shock leaving him speechless for a few moments. Finally, he shakes his head and says to Morph, "If you really are my friend, then I trust you, regardless of what you look like." His eyes take on a sad look, and he adds, "But I have to make sure it's actually you." Looking Morph in the eyes, he starts off by asking, "How long have we known each other, and how did we meet?"
(Perfect, now I can make paradox flesh out the backstory of how rethan and mal know each other! :P)
Morphnods along as his friends talk, taking a deep breath and exhaling most of it, he attempts to answer.
"Titus, unfortunately, yes, known shapshifter are discriminated against, even if just subconsciously."
"I have lived with the looks of distrust, all my life. Only the less savoury type have a different look, usually that of greed, as they think of all the ways they could make some money."
"The reason I have taken on a fixed persona for so long, is...well...I have done things, used my gifts for wrong...in the past."
"I really didn't want that life any more. I realised just how much I had hurt people, or could hurt people, if I didn't get out of that life."
"I created this persona and joined the City Guard to try and change my ways, to try to make up for my former life."
Morphturns to Rethan,
"We first meet at Endshift Tavern about...three and a half years ago. We happened to be on leave at the same time, and looking for some fun."
"We drank a little too much, and got in trouble with our respective commanding officers, for letting some pigs out of one of the meat works."
"It was fun to see some, ten-plus pigs, running around the Field Ward, being chased by a bunch of angry butchers. Not so much fun, having our leave cut short and having to pealing vegetables for a week, though."
"We have been friends ever since, all though we have only seen each other on and off, when I was back in the city; my being stationed out on the eastern boarder, most of the time."
"But we have done some more work together since I finished up with the City Guard, some 6 months ago, doing a little side adventuring work, or guard work."
"There was also that time we took a job to guard a warehouse in the Dock Ward for a night, and long after dark, we started hearing strange sound coming from within the warehouse."
"We went inside to see what was going on, and found our employer with a few of his friends, all dressed up in animal suites...all "playing" together...we got paid nicely for that job..."
Morphsmiles to himself, remembering, before turning to Lanialand Mal,
"Lanialand Mal, we first meet in the Yawning Portal, when we tried to stop a gang fight and then had to take out a troll, that came up out of the portal."
"It was there that we got the job, that landed us this manor."
Morphlooks around at his friends,
"I am the same Morpheus Fable I have always been, its just that Morpheus isn't "all" that I am."
Morphagain looks apprehensive,
"So...is, is everything ok, or...do you need me to leave, or...?"
Lanielshakes his head. "Nobody has asked you to leave. I've seen you clean a man's clothing with magic and Malcast illusions that were utterly convincing if you didn't know better. You have the same aspirations as the....wait, should we call you Morphor Myth?"
Myth:
Golorrgives a pleasurable little sound. "That's a nice story. What aspirations are those, Myth?"
"IMPOSTER!" Rethan yells as he rushes at the fake Morph, glaive at the ready. "It was only a year ago at the Startshift Tavern, and we loosed cows, not pigs!"
(Just kidding :P)
Rethannods slowly as Morphrelates their first encounter, then laughs aloud at the memory of their employers in the Dock Ward job. "One last question," he says. "Which street gang was I a part of growing up, and what did I do for that gang?" He looks to the others. "You know I grew up here in Waterdeep, but almost no one anywhere knows that before I went off to be a mercenary, I grew up on the streets and ended up in one of the gangs. I've kept that part of my history separate, preferring to avoid having my reputation and honor as a guardsman questioned by my situation growing up. I've told very few people, but Morphis one of those that knows the truth."
Morphlooks at Rethan, with an, "Are you sure you want them to know", look on his face.
"If you're sure, well you told me you used to run with a gang call the Loathsome Pearls, operating out of Pearl Street in the Dock Ward."
"You said you were an enforcer, that you kept those under the Loathsome Pearls "protection", "safe from others". You did say you regretted some of the things you did though..."
Morphlooks at Rethanand then at the others, to so see how they react.
Lanielsees that Morphand Rethanare having a moment and lets his question go. He turns to Maland Titus, trying to gauge their reaction but finds himself saying, "It's like we have a new person we;re learning about all over again."
Malmerely nods and grunts a hums in agreement.
"We've trusted Morph with our lives and he with ours but we're starting over,"Lanielsays. He looks back at Morphand Rethanbantering about old times. "That's not so bad, I suppose, but it will take some time."
Morph:
Golorrwhispers in Myth'smind, "Are we done with this? If we leave now we can go watch The Fall of Tiamat at the the Lightsinger Theatre."
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"While we did pursue the suspected thief into close proximity of a crowed, we did not have an opportunity to engage them there, as that is where we lost sight of them."
"I was able to see the aura of a magic item, that i suspected was the item stole from us, go down into a nearby sewer, so we pursued."
"We entered the sewer to try and recover the item, but after being set upon by a strange beast, we lost track of the item."
"We then exited the sewer, where we were promptly arrested."
"I plead, not guilty, your honor."
Deception check to sell the lie about losing the stone: 18
Persuasion check for the not fighting on top of the crowed: 13 (I don't believe we had any opportunities to fight on top of the crowed, as that is where we lost track of the thief)
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Rethan:
The magister has a reputation for being fair and giving unusual but appropriate punishments. He is not known for being corrupt or being especially ambitious.
Morph:
"Well done, Myth. We will have much to discuss after this is over," says Golorr.
The magister considers Morph's words, nodding as he considers them. When Morph is done, the magister thinks for almost half a minute in silence. Then, a small smile creases his lips.
"Very well," he says at last. "On the charge of disturbing the peace, I find the defendants guilty. You did disturb the peace instead of enlist the city watch."
Before anyone can object, the magister continues. "However, in light of the circumstances in which the defendants found themselves protecting themselves and their possessions, and taking into consideration the attack on their persons here in my own courthouse, I waive the punishment of 25 GP and an edict. Instead, you are hereby assigned to change the bed sheets at the orphanages of Waterdeep for a ten-day. If, after the first 3 days you are shown to be responsible, you may complete the punishment without the supervision of a member of the city watch."
He knocks a polished rock on his desk loudly, ending the judgment. Once done, the party is escorted from the courthouse and set free.
"Huh," Laniel says, beginning the walk back to the North Ward.. "Help at an orphanage. I would have done that without the banging of a magister's gavel."
"So, do we think we will get a nights rest here at home or should we consider leaving the confines of the city, just to get some dam sleep?"
Morph looks very tired as he heads back to Trollskull manor with his friends.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
The party make their way back to the North Ward. The door opens for them as they trudge up to it. Upon entering, it closes behind them. Wordlessly, everyone finds their bed and passes out, sleeping until supper time.
Slowly, everyone gathers in the great room, grabbing a meal and beginning to discuss what to do next.
Rethan chuckles at Morph as they head back to the manor. "Well, I'm pretty sure leaving the city when we've been assigned to change sheets at the orphanage for the next 10 days would be rather frowned upon."
Morph:
"Myth," says the voice in his head. "Myth. I'm bored. Wake up."
As Myth rouses, thankfully well-rested, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes while Golorr chatters on. He asks about the manor and how they acquired it. He asks about Myth's companions and how he met each of them. He asks about the Grey Hands. Finally, as Myth finishes getting dressed, he says, "You are clearly aware of the poltergeist residing here. Why haven't you killed it? Tell me about it."
Mal sleeps in until the noise from the rest of the house finally wakes him. He seems utterly exhausted, but doesn't refrain from adding, "Oh yes. As persons wanted by at least two and a half organized criminal rings with access to illicit artifacts, magics, and weaponry, let's lead them right to a building full of nearly homeless children, why don't we."
He digs into a loaf of bread with savage gusto, pausing only to dip a crust in a bit of honey and to swallow some liquid courage, should any be found nearby.
"A valid point," Rethan responds to Mal's comment, "though we don't sem to have much of a choice, unless we want to go on the run."
Laniel sits on the floor, cross-legged and shirtless. It is still quite hot and inside feels a bit stuffy and musty still. But nobody is intent on venturing out until the city cools in the late evening, it seems.
"So we retrieved the stone key thing. How do we use it to Lord Neverember's lost treasure. Did Morph say it talks? Why would a key need to talk?"
Morph answers Rethan, as the door opens and closes for the group,
"I wasn't thinking of leaving forever, just for some rest is all. Forget it anyway, I'm too tired to setup a camp anywhere, plus, I think it might be morning soon."
"If I'm going to be sleeping during the day, I would rather be out of the blasted sun."
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The later that day, when Morph awakes he seems to be introspective and quiet, as he cleans and prepares for whatever lies ahead.
Myth responds to Golorr's barrage of questions, one at a time,
"We acquired the manor as payment for rescuing someone."
"I met Rethan while I was with the City Guard, we have been friends for...a few years now. Mal and Lanial, both Rethan and I, meet at the Yawning Portal inn."
"As for Titus, he joined us more recently, buying out another of the owners, Titan, who had to leave because of family matters."
"The Grey Hands are sworn protectors of Waterdeep."
"Yes I am aware of the ghost, but would never dream of banishing him."
"What better gimic, or draw card could you ask for? The hunted tavern, it's perfect, or will be, when we get the place all fixed up."
"I can speak more in depth later if you like, but I am going to need to discuss things with my friend's now."
Morph heads down stairs to talk with his friends
(to be continued after dinner....)
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Morph walks in as Lanial finishes his questions,
"Actually, I think it was Mal who claimed it talked, but I can very much confirm, it does indeed talk."
"It calls itself Golorr, and it appears its desire and purpose is to collect knowledge, and it has been doing so, for along time."
"If I was to guess, based on my limited interaction and understanding, it is possible that Golorr either knows where and/or how, to get access to the fortune, or has the magical nature to discover it."
"But before we continue with Golorr and the missing fortune, I...ah, well....I think I need to tell you all, about something."
"You have all put yourselves on the line for the group and our objectives, and me in particular at times, and I think you deserve to know."
Morph takes out Golorr and places it upon the bar and steps back.
"I am going to tell you a secret about me, and I'm not sure how you will all take it. If you decide I cannot be trusted, someone else can take the stone."
"I will also submit myself to your judgement, if you think you cannot continue working with me."
Morph takes a deep breath, looking down at his feet, unsure what awaits him.
"Our last two fights had us coming up against shapeshifters, beings that can change their forms to look like almost anyone, or in the case of the sewer beast, anything."
Morph looks up at his friends, uncertainty in his eyes,
"My secret is...well, I...I am a shapeshifter myself..."
Morph looks to see the reactions of his friends,
"I can confirm I am your friend; Rethan, we have known each other for a few years now, ask me anything, I can prove it has always been me."
Morph looks uncertainly between his friends and then decides to demonstrate.
"This is my true form..."
Morph changes from his, pale and slim half-elf form, becoming even slenderer, and paler. His eyes go completely white, with no iris or pupil, the skin around them darkening like natural eye liner. His ears become round like a humans, but his biggest change, is his hair, which goes from a short slicked-back, jet black, to a much more voluminous, platinum white.
"...I'm a changeling...also...my true name, is actually, Myth..."
Myth looks small and vulnerable before his friends, waiting to see how they will react.
"I understand if you feel, you maybe can't trust me any more, but I thought you deserved to know the truth, and I don't want any one to be blindsided, if the truth comes out, later."
Myth begins to transform back into Morph,
"...anyway..."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Laniel realizes his mouth is hanging open and a long silence has taken over the manor. Eventually Laniel finds some words.
"Uh," he says intelligently. "Too many thoughts to get out."
Laniel takes a deep breath, centering himself. "The most important thing is to know whether or not you are the Morph we have known since the Yawning Portal or, in Rethan's case, longer."
Titus takes in the news, and marvels at Morph transforming before his eyes. After a few moments his eyes narrow and he asks sternly
”But what is the reason for this deception? Are your kind persecuted or discriminated against here in Waterdeep? Why have you chosen to be Morph instead of Myth?”
”As for the stone, if it’s intelligent enough to talk then perhaps we can bargain with it? Is there anything it wants in exchange for this sought after information?”
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Rethan watches Morph warily as his friend shifts to look like a completely different creature, shock leaving him speechless for a few moments. Finally, he shakes his head and says to Morph, "If you really are my friend, then I trust you, regardless of what you look like." His eyes take on a sad look, and he adds, "But I have to make sure it's actually you." Looking Morph in the eyes, he starts off by asking, "How long have we known each other, and how did we meet?"
(Perfect, now I can make paradox flesh out the backstory of how rethan and mal know each other! :P)
Morph nods along as his friends talk, taking a deep breath and exhaling most of it, he attempts to answer.
"Titus, unfortunately, yes, known shapshifter are discriminated against, even if just subconsciously."
"I have lived with the looks of distrust, all my life. Only the less savoury type have a different look, usually that of greed, as they think of all the ways they could make some money."
"The reason I have taken on a fixed persona for so long, is...well...I have done things, used my gifts for wrong...in the past."
"I really didn't want that life any more. I realised just how much I had hurt people, or could hurt people, if I didn't get out of that life."
"I created this persona and joined the City Guard to try and change my ways, to try to make up for my former life."
Morph turns to Rethan,
"We first meet at Endshift Tavern about...three and a half years ago. We happened to be on leave at the same time, and looking for some fun."
"We drank a little too much, and got in trouble with our respective commanding officers, for letting some pigs out of one of the meat works."
"It was fun to see some, ten-plus pigs, running around the Field Ward, being chased by a bunch of angry butchers. Not so much fun, having our leave cut short and having to pealing vegetables for a week, though."
"We have been friends ever since, all though we have only seen each other on and off, when I was back in the city; my being stationed out on the eastern boarder, most of the time."
"But we have done some more work together since I finished up with the City Guard, some 6 months ago, doing a little side adventuring work, or guard work."
"There was also that time we took a job to guard a warehouse in the Dock Ward for a night, and long after dark, we started hearing strange sound coming from within the warehouse."
"We went inside to see what was going on, and found our employer with a few of his friends, all dressed up in animal suites...all "playing" together...we got paid nicely for that job..."
Morph smiles to himself, remembering, before turning to Lanial and Mal,
"Lanial and Mal, we first meet in the Yawning Portal, when we tried to stop a gang fight and then had to take out a troll, that came up out of the portal."
"It was there that we got the job, that landed us this manor."
Morph looks around at his friends,
"I am the same Morpheus Fable I have always been, its just that Morpheus isn't "all" that I am."
Morph again looks apprehensive,
"So...is, is everything ok, or...do you need me to leave, or...?"
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Laniel shakes his head. "Nobody has asked you to leave. I've seen you clean a man's clothing with magic and Mal cast illusions that were utterly convincing if you didn't know better. You have the same aspirations as the....wait, should we call you Morph or Myth?"
Myth:
Golorr gives a pleasurable little sound. "That's a nice story. What aspirations are those, Myth?"
"IMPOSTER!" Rethan yells as he rushes at the fake Morph, glaive at the ready. "It was only a year ago at the Startshift Tavern, and we loosed cows, not pigs!"
(Just kidding :P)
Rethan nods slowly as Morph relates their first encounter, then laughs aloud at the memory of their employers in the Dock Ward job. "One last question," he says. "Which street gang was I a part of growing up, and what did I do for that gang?" He looks to the others. "You know I grew up here in Waterdeep, but almost no one anywhere knows that before I went off to be a mercenary, I grew up on the streets and ended up in one of the gangs. I've kept that part of my history separate, preferring to avoid having my reputation and honor as a guardsman questioned by my situation growing up. I've told very few people, but Morph is one of those that knows the truth."
Morph looks at Rethan, with an, "Are you sure you want them to know", look on his face.
"If you're sure, well you told me you used to run with a gang call the Loathsome Pearls, operating out of Pearl Street in the Dock Ward."
"You said you were an enforcer, that you kept those under the Loathsome Pearls "protection", "safe from others". You did say you regretted some of the things you did though..."
Morph looks at Rethan and then at the others, to so see how they react.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Laniel sees that Morph and Rethan are having a moment and lets his question go. He turns to Mal and Titus, trying to gauge their reaction but finds himself saying, "It's like we have a new person we;re learning about all over again."
Mal merely nods and grunts a hums in agreement.
"We've trusted Morph with our lives and he with ours but we're starting over," Laniel says. He looks back at Morph and Rethan bantering about old times. "That's not so bad, I suppose, but it will take some time."
Morph:
Golorr whispers in Myth's mind, "Are we done with this? If we leave now we can go watch The Fall of Tiamat at the the Lightsinger Theatre."