WESSEX
Secret stash of snow moss collected and an extra rug scavenged from god knows where, Wessex comes laden with all the things to the Rathskellar through the tunnel from the Temple. Through the door Remi made, to the warmly lit interior. The Queen heaves it all off her shoulders, the mess of moss, carpet, and various soft, cloth-like things falling into a messy pile on the floor. Hindsight is 20/20, or so they say, and now that they’ve got the Rath open, it needs to be prepped accordingly. The Queen begins by heading to the store room and removing all the extra boxes, crates, and booze from the dark interior, piling the bar-things in the center of the room. It isn’t a happy place, exactly. Certainly not an ideal place for keeping three to five kids in the event of an emergency. But it will have to do.
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
