Morgan is a human woman of thirty five years with a lean and wiry build honed by years of desert travel. Her face is sharp featured with high cheekbones and a nose that has been broken and healed slightly crooked. Her skin is weathered by sun and wind. Her hair is dark brown and cut short with streaks of premature grey at her temples. Her eyes are a dark earthy brown and intelligent with a permanent squint. She wears a long dusty coat of faded brown leather over a simple linen tunic and scuffed leather boots. Around her ribs is a holster for her ivory handled dagger.

Morgan is quiet and alert. She rarely speaks unless she has something vital to say. She has a deep respect for the desert and its dangers. She is suspicious of strangers and values reliability above all else. Years of solitude and high stakes courier work have made her cautious and guarded.

Morgan grew up among desert nomads. Her world was destroyed when a massive sandwyrm attacked her family's caravan during her teenage years. As the sole survivor she drifted into the city of Zahra Nur and learned to survive in the gutters. Eventually her knowledge of the waste made her an ideal courier for Malik. For five years she carried high value secrets across the shifting dunes becoming a shadow that moved where others feared to tread. Three weeks ago she found a contact murdered by a sandwyrm cult. Overhearing their plans for wyrm eggs and human sacrifice she realized Malik was not just a criminal but a man dabbling in cosmic horrors. She fled with the secrets she learned and is now a target for both Malik's enforcers and the cult. She knows the desert paths better than anyone but the sands are no longer a sanctuary.