[Long description: Morgan stops and looks at the window. The sound is faint, but as it gets closer, he can start to make out bits and pieces.

"Please..." it says.

Morgan glances at the forge room, his expression thin and strained. He covertly parts the curtain, and peeks inside to see if his mother has noticed anything. She sets the blade across her lap and continues working. Apparently not.

Meanwhile the voice continues. "Please, god... No..."]