She ran. Ran like she never had before. Racing through the streets of Stormwind, barely a blur to people she sprinted past. Crashing into a corner as she misjudges the distance, she curses as she picks herself up. Tangled up in the skirts of the dress, Morrigue grabs a dagger, whipping it out of the waist sheath; she slices from the hem of the dress to half way up her thigh. Re-sheathing the weapon, she gets up, and runs on, the skirt of the dress flapping out behind her as she races unhindered by the material. As she runs, Morrigue steals glances behind her to make sure the mage isn't following her.

Arriving breathless at the house Ritchard and she rent, she crashes through the door.

"Ritchard," Morrigue shouts as she stands in the corridor, breathing hard.

He appears at the top of the stairs, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"You completed the job Morrigue?" Ritchard asks, as he yawns.
"It is completed, yes, but there is a complication."
"Complication?" Ritchard asks as he starts to descend the stairs.
"A mage. He knows too much."
"This is why you don't do missions alone Morri. There are always complications."
"You know it is not intentional."
"I know, love, I know. But I better contact Cole and warn him about this mage."

Ritchard turns and heads back up the stairs towards their bedroom. Morrigue follows him, not bothering to sort out the dress she tore before she touches the strangely glowing orb in their bedroom. After a momentary sensation of being pulled somewhere by her insides, Morrigue finds her self standing in a huge cathedral hall, Ritchard already striding up to the altar at the front, where a man in full plate mail is stood, holding a load of pages, reading them. Kneeling briefly at the alter, Ritchard addresses the man,

"Cole. Seems Morri encountered a problem."

Laying the pages down on the altar, Cole looks up at Ritchard. Morrigue swiftly joins Ritchard. Upon entering the cathedral, the enchantment surrounding Morrigue drops, showing her true self; a slender elf shorter than Ritchard, with vibrant red hair, and of course, lacking the long ears of the Night Elf she is pretending to be.

"How's the illusion holding up Morrigue?" Cole asks, ignoring the initial comment Ritchard made.
"It seems no one has seen through it yet, though as Ritchard said, there is a complication."
"I heard. But that enchantment is important. It is the main thing that will give away the fact you are not Azerothians. So, what is this problem?"
"Morrigue encountered a Mage that seems to know a little too much about the fact people come from different plains of existence."
"That is unsettling. Who is the mage?"
"I did not bother to get his name." Morrigue replies.
"Hmm, seems I will have to set someone to work with you, to pull this mage out into the open, and bring him here. It is perhaps time to expand our ranks again."
"Who are you going to send with Morrigue, Cole?"
"I think Manx, she is the only one that can match Morrigue's stealth abilities."
"I can bring him in alone." Morrigue states.
"If you feel you can, I won't stop you Morrigue, but don't mess this up."
"Insulting me like that you better be prepared to die for it Cole."
"Never changing aye Morrigue?" Cole says chuckling.
"Why would I?" She states.
"Well, you know what you have to do; Ritchard, try and make sure this goes smoothly."
"Of course Cole," Ritchard says, a twinkle in his eye.

Taking their leave of the cathedral the way they came in, Ritchard and Morrigue appear in their bedroom once again, Morrigue with white hair and seemingly the same height as Ritchard.

"I'll never get used to you looking like that Morrigue," Ritchard says as she prepares to go out again.
"You know I will always appear this way while we are stationed here."
"Of course, yes, but I prefer my red headed wife, to the white haired one."

Changing into an un-torn dress, Morrigue simply nods to Ritchard before descending the stairs and leaving the house in hunt of the mage again.

Retracing her steps back to Stormwind's Old Town, Morrigue begins searching for the mage; sure he wouldn't have left the area. Sneaking round the various back streets she suddenly finds her feet encased in ice for the second time that day. Turning, she finds herself facing the mage she was looking for.

"You're a tricky one to follow Elf." The mage states simply.
"You expected it to be easy?" Morrigue retorts.
"In some ways, I had hoped it would be."

Feeling the ice melt from her boots, Morrigue stalks up to the mage, drawing one of her glowing daggers.

"You think I'm not prepared to stop that blade touching me again?"
"Who said the blade was going to?"

The mage blinks forward past Morrigue, but underestimating how far it would take him; Morrigue swings round hits the mage on the back of the head with the hilt of her dagger.

"Foolish mage," She comments as she re-sheathes the weapon and prepares to carry the mage back to her house.

~owari