Marion Mordis

After the exchange of stories, Marion had gone quiet, as she usually was. She held a glass of wine before her and would take periodic sips, while she spent half of her time sweeping her alert eyes across the inhabitants of the inn and the other half seemingly staring off into space as her mind visited distant possibilities.

That spray, the Warlock thought to herself, dwelling on the little hand-held contraption she had devised within the fetid heart of the swamp. That spray had worked splendidly...I wonder how far people could explore and settle within previously inhospitable lands if they were equipped with that spray?

I would need to try and develop a second model, and design it to be produced from the most abundant local resources to keep the cost of construction down...

And so Marions mind wandered, her green eyes glazed over as she worked things out in her head.