After the conversation with the Wizard, Morena was left with a confused heart and an even more confused mind. Everything had happened so quickly that she didn't have time to react to it.
But it was her goal, it was something she wanted; she wanted to become a Wizard. It was the only way she knew of that allowed her to grow in strength.
And she had that chance handed to her. Turning it down would be foolish.
'Damnit...'
She couldn't help but sigh and take a tired breath, her eyes gazing around the camp as she did to see how everyone was doing.
The soldiers were spread around the fire in small clusters, speaking in low voices or tending to their equipment. The Wizard's men had already gone to rest near the far edge of the camp; they had lost many people and were the worse off.
The firelight flickered against her armor, catching the small scratches and dents left behind from battle.
