[Mini Event] Strangers in a Strange Land

Wessex lets Elyna have her moment of gloating. The Outlander must be the type to need all the victories she can get- not that the mercenary blames her for that, were the roles reversed, she, too, would be hostile. Nevertheless, Wessex can’t help but snort a little at the childish display of fangs. A little eyebrow raise, maybe - but other than that she remains silent, even as the Asendant hurls questions and advances on her. This Natural has an exit strategy. She always has an exit strategy, because Caido is her homeland. She’s watched these ruins decay, remembers stories of when they ceased to pray at its altar. Not in Wessex’s lifetime, of course, but in her grandparent’s time. By the time she came around, well….children discover so much. They can turn anything into a playground. But enough about that. Get talking or I get mean, makes the level-headed woman softly chuckle, turning it into a brief mock-baring of her own pointy teeth in an attempt to diffuse the situation. It doesn’t seem likely that it will work, but she might as well get the point across. They’re the same. She isn’t intimidated. “I’m Wessex, and I’m looking for more of Us.” Under her leather get-up, her muscles tense ever so slightly, ready to launch herself towards her escape route should the other even think about grabbing her spear-sword thing. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm