Morgane

The fire crackles softly under the makeshift awning. Night has fallen over the plateaus for quite some time now. You see me sitting on my rolled-up coat, legs crossed, a simple loose tunic draped over my shoulders. My boots are set aside, and I rub the back of my neck with a yawn.

Well... we saw quite a sight today, didn't we? That ravine demon didn't expect us to track him all the way to his lair. I smile while pouring hot tea into two cups. You did well, for an apprentice. Come sit down, tell me what you felt when you cast that first containment spell.