"Who are you to say I do not?"

Morgause shifts her weight between her feet to brace against the wind -- frowning through it. It's certainly a sign she's got someone's attention, but Morgause refuses to be cowed by a little wind. If that was too much for her, after all, then it would be true -- she wouldn't deserve to do much other than sit back and wait forever for Sylvia to fall down dead on her own.

"My name is Morgause, and I have no reason to hide in the shadows. What reason have you?"