i'm not a saint

Nodding every now and then, Wessex has already made her decision by the time he’s halfway through. “I may be in a position to help with several of those things…” She grins, and it’s half-feral, half full of secrets. What has the Wraith been up to? No one really knows, except for herself. “I’m in. Sharing secrets like that amongst trusted friends can’t be a bad thing and the Voice wants us to have connections all over the world.” If she wasn’t leaning back in her seat, looking for all the world like the cat that’s swallowed the canary, she is now. “So. First things first." They've got quite a job ahead of them in Torchline and it will take time, she assumes, to achieve their goals their. "Have you heard of the Eirachi? Goddess of Deepfrost, because apparently we have seasonal patrons and that information was lost. She’s the wild card deity of Halo. And in return for information, I have to build her a shrine here.” He should be able to grasp what she’s getting at. Mage glass. She’s going to ask about mage glass. And if they could control access to the first bit that’s been found… they could have a massive advantage in the world. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here