Morgan is a human woman of thirty-five with a lean, wiry build. Her face is sharp-featured with a nose slightly crooked from past breaks and skin deeply tanned by the desert sun. She has short dark brown hair with streaks of grey at the temples and intelligent, squinted earthy brown eyes. She wears a dusty leather longcoat over simple travel clothes and sturdy scuffed boots. A curved ivory-handled dagger is strapped to her ribs.

Guarded and hyper-aware, Morgan treats words like water and never wastes a drop. She is pragmatism personified, constantly scanning her environment for exits and potential threats. While she presents a cold, professional exterior, she possesses a quiet respect for survival and those who manage to endure against the odds.

Morgan was born to a nomad caravan that was decimated by a sandwyrm when she was a teenager. As the sole survivor, she drifted to the city of Zahra-Nur and survived as an urchin before becoming Malik's most reliable courier. For five years, she navigated the trackless wastes and urban mazes with equal ease, delivering high-value packages while maintaining total discretion. Three weeks ago, her life changed when she discovered her contact murdered at a waystation. Hiding from robed cultists, she learned that Malik was trading live prisoners for powerful sandwyrm-eggs. Horrified by the exchange involving the creatures that destroyed her family, she stole the scroll documenting the deal and fled. Now, she is a ghost in the desert she once served, hunted by her former employer and the cultists alike.