Morrigan sat against a tree, staring at the hut she had once shared with her mother. She shook her head, remembering how the warden had given her Flemeth's real grimoire as a trophy from the kill. She looked at the book on the ground beside her. She picked it up and flipped through the pages a bit, finding something that intrigued her. She stood and read from the tome out loud, incense burning around her. An unnatural darkness surrounded her, the air filling with a sinister laughter before the darkness entered her, knocking her back several paces. She touched her chest as she caught her breath, shaking the cloudiness from her head. She didn't feel any new power as she thought she should. She went back to where the book had fallen, picking it up and inspecting the text closer. She'd done everything correctly, so perhaps it would simply take some time for the effects to kick in. She put the tome back in her pack, returning to where the party had made camp.

As Morrigan returned to camp, she heard a vicious growling over the sounds of the campsite banter. Her eyes widened as she saw the warden's mabari staring at her with angry eyes. She looked past him to inside the camp, seeing Allistar looking over at her. He groaned and stood from the fire, going over. "Easy, boy. It's just Morrigan." He glared at her; clearly she'd interrupted some form of conversation. She grunted at him and walked past, going to her tent and pacing in front of it. For some reason, she still wasn't feeling any more powerful from the spell. Deciding there was nothing she could do about it at present, she laid down on her bedroll and drifted to sleep.

A few hours later, Morrigan jolted awake, eyes wide. She looked around to be sure no one had seen her in such a startled manner, then put a hand to her head, closing her eyes. Something wasn't right: she could feel it. Suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence, a loud sneeze came forth. Morrigan blinked several times, not quite believing that had come from her. After a few minutes, she smirked and shook her head, having convinced herself that nothing had happened. As she calmed down, she picked up the tome. Before she could open it and read more, however, another sneeze assaulted her senses, bursting forth and echoing a bit. She flopped back onto her pillow, closing her eyes and trying to relax. Surely, this wasn't happening to her. As she was about to drift back to sleep, a twig snapped near her. She sat upright again, looking up to see a former templar standing over her. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Can I help you?"

"I heard you sneezing and, well this may sound strange but, I was wondering if you were okay."

Morrigan scoffed. "You most certainly did NOT hear any such thing from me. Clearly, I am fine."

"Riiight. Never mind then." Allistar turned and started walking back to the main camp.

Morrigan sighed and laid back down, curling on her side. She coughed quietly, though Allistar still heard it. The templar returned and crouched beside her. He sighed and pulled her blanket farther up over her. He couldn't put his finger on it, but for some reason he truly did feel for the apostate, however hateful she was.