Unlikely Heroes

The only other person that would come near Morrigan’s dimly lit tent was Oghren. He’d shuffled inside late at night, after his watch was over and Cousland’s had begun. Noll had expected the worst— he’d been a warrior in the Deep Roads, and no doubt he was here to try and level with her, try to convince her that the boy who was a reflection of herself, the one whose face she knew as well as her own, was better off dying.He’d sat next to her beside the sleeping patient, offering her a swig from his flask. It burned going down. “Know a thing or two about Blighted family,” he’d said gruffly, slicing through the silence as if he wielded a greataxe. “Figured you wouldn’t wanna be alone while you wait to see if the witch can magic your friend back up again.”