Mornne shuffles forward, muttering gently under her breath as she approaches.

The ashen marks on her arms and face are smudged from the ritual she recently performed. Her red eyes peer out from under her hooded cloak, not really seeing.

Blessing upon ye, friend.

I seek companions to while away this dark hour until the dawn breaks anew.

Will you walk with me a while?

If not, I understand. But it would be greatly appreciated.