"…Come here, come here, I have a question about your Master's wives." Morgana gestured for Jabba to come closer, lowering her voice into a secretive whisper.
"The Master's wives?" Jabba furrowed his brows in mild confusion, then scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "…You couldn't find literally anyone else to ask?"
"Why? What's wrong with asking you?" Morgana retorted sharply, narrowing her eyes, clearly irritated by his reaction. "He's your Master. Surely you have some insider information."
"Ugh, that's a long story…" Jabba sighed heavily, leaning closer as if preparing to unload something unpleasant. "Anyway, the Master only ever had one wife, and she was killed… in a very terrible, brutal way. Really awful. Why are you asking?"
"How terrible are we talking?" Morgana pressed further, tilting her head in curiosity. "Was he the one who killed her?"
