A branch snapped from outside, and a pale woman stepped into the crowded lodge, flinging her dripping silver hair over one shoulder, a few droplets striking the side of Devon's face. "The Vault, is it? I've been wondering when that old legend would come surfacing around again." The woman murmured, her odd pale lavender eyes flashing from the faces of the others and finally landing on Eliza, a small frown on her lips.
"What are you doing here, Le Fay? Last I heard you were hiding in The Underground." Devon hissed, his tone none-too-polite. The woman gave him a flirty smile and placed one hand on her hip, ignoring the water sliding from her clothes.
"Why the hostility, White One? Don't want a bit of your past hanging around? I'm offended." The woman pouted, though it was clearly sarcastic. She lifted the corner of her lips up in a smile, one of her delicate fangs flashing in the light. "I'm Morgan Le Fay, Huntress of Night." She said as she turned to the others, promply ignoring the fuming Devon.
"Like with Merlin?" Trevor asked, lifting a brow. Morgan laughed and shook her head, rolling her eyes dramatically.
"If I had a quarter for every time I've heard that I'd be rich." She muttered.
"What do you want here?" Robyn asked, less trusting than Trevor. Morgan looked the female up and down critically before looking back to the corpse of Eliza.
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