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WESSEX out of the night that covers me The Wraith follows Remi into the tunnel towards the Rathskellar, eyebrows raised at the news that Loren had asked the alchemist to collapse the tunnel. She recalls it being mentioned but had never given the go-ahead. That discussion had been fraught with suggestions and accusations, and in the end some things may have slipped her notice. Rather than throw Loren under the bus (because that’s not what leaders do, and you don’t publically chastise your mouthpieces if you want them to keep working with your authority), Wessex’s expression changes into one of consideration. “Good call. It’s all so old that we take it for granted. I was wondering, though, if you could make it like one of those doors I heard about in the Manor? Something that we can open in case of emergency.” black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul