[The pumpkin is promptly forgotten. Who cars when there's a mystery afoot.

She turns toward him, blinking slowly and tilting her head curiously]

So, twas something this world might have done, or the misadventures of the others, that made them hostile?

[Morrigan looks thoughtful a moment] I am Morrigan. Do you know more about this spell? I know of magic that could do such a thing, but tis not so usually wide-spread. Tis not like this is Kirkwall. [the land of "why are there so many fucking blood mages!?"]