WESSEX
Ah, she was expecting a pushback. Here it is. Wessex nods and listens, as Remi’s points are fair, despite the emotion behind them.
“No, I believe you hold the title of most powerful mage, yes?” She eyes the two men, noting their closeness, the smell of them. Very good friends, definitely. Was there more…? She may never know, but it’s enough to make a statement. “You two are close. Can you imagine the damage done if Zariah got ahold of you? Or the baby? Someone that could be used against Ronin?” Again, she looks to the demigod and to the group.
“I’m not arguing his ability or qualifications to lead. I would follow you. I’m saying he may not be right for this, given the circumstances.” She makes a gesture to the others, indicating that she is done for now. She’s made her points. Someone else talk.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
