Before he could ask, Lasaiah, the first true monster he had seen weaving her way through the ice when he first arrived, made her way out of an unseen opening at the back of the cave. Alongside her was Bryson, full of what seemed like doubt. Still, he stood by.
“I’m glad you’ve returned,” she said.
“You know us?” Morgan asked, tilting his head curiously.
“Know you?” she chortled. “Have you no idea who you are?”
Morgan had an idea of himself but the way her tone suggested there was something he was missing tested him.
“I’m certain that I don’t know what you’re talking about ma’am,” Morgan replied, cringing on his choice of labels.
Lasaiah wasn’t some lady. She was an elder. Unlike the human women he knew on land, albeit not many, they were not anything like Lasaiah. Not even Gwyn f
