Departure

Soran had only one motive with Lady Morgana.

One that he'd set in motion for decades since their descent from the Old World.

Something that was already on its way to accomplishment.

Like clockwork every day, even before Lady Morgana's injury from the unsuccessful binding ritual, Soran never failed to administer her herbal medicine and concoction.

He moved to the wooden table at the other end of her chambers, preparing the ingredients, which he ground down with a mortar and pestle. 

Soran used a variety of unusual petals, powders, and a liquid to form the base of it all. When everything had been amalgamated, he retrieved a vial from his pocket containing a yellowish liquid. He added a few drops, stirred it into the bowl and set the spoon aside.