Author's Notes: This tale was inspired by a wonderful drawing I saw over on dA. It is called Meeting and it was created by Sia-Chan.

As much as I'd like to take credit the concept and inspiration belongs entirely to her.

Beta: None as of yet. So my apologies to any and all grammar nazi's out there. This story will make your eyes bleed (not intentionally of course!) but you have been warned.


II

Alisa was certain all her problems began the day Morgan came into her life. Not only was he a warlock of the wilds he was the most annoying prig she had ever known. 'Morgan's father has the treaties we need, and like it or not he does know the forest far better than any of us,' Cousland replied to Alisa's warnings. With those words everyone took to following Morgan's lead.

Alisa had no intention of having anything to do with an apostate, certainly not one who wore more face paint than a harlot. The fact he could turn her into a toad in a moments notice did not help matters either. Nevertheless, Alisa followed him, not out of good sense, rather out of duty. She did not wish to disappoint her mentor, Duncan.

If that was not enough, the warlock did not even have the decency not to stare.

'Have you never seen a woman in armour before? Or are you keeping watch to ensure I won't wallop you when you're not looking?' Alisa huffed.

Morgan raised a brow and smirked in reply. Clearly he was unfazed by her insult. 'What do I have to fear? Tis I, who by your ignorance, apparently possesses the power to turn everyone into toads. Or has that fine detail slipped your simple mind?'

A million smart retorts and a plate of fine cheese could never match the satisfaction of knocking in the warlock's teeth. Had there not been such a dire need for his assistance, Alisa would have done just that. If only things could have remained so simple.