Morwen was met with immediate upset and startled at the voice breaking through the throng she was trying to break away from like a cat clawing its way out of a bathtub. Already the looks the both of them were getting tipped her off this was another arrival. Her clothing is modest and seemed fit for travel, maybe even a fight. Nothing out of the ordinary from her neck of the woods.

"The Mage's-" Morwen cut herself off as she pondered that with expression of confusion mixed with oh-dear-I've-stepped-in-shit.

"Is that what Fiona and her lot are calling their little fraternity now?"