Morgan had paused in the square a moment, after sensing a disturbance in the Void. It was not unlike the chill of the slowly melting drizzle at the small of her back -- only more claw-like. These sensations were commonplace during her apprenticeship, surrounded by such abomination as the youthful necromancer was. They were more rarely felt here, though -- though the sensation was not entirely alien to this place.

Regardless, the revelation was noted, but it was not noteworthy enough to cause a diversion from the more noteworthy invitation to a meal. Noting that the other invitees were scattering in various directions, Mprgan held her scoff deep inside, and instead more productively traveled to the mayor's breakfast meeting, undiverted.