WESSEX
To her surprise, it is Amalia’s voice that echoes from within, giving the pair at the door permission to enter the Guild’s inner sanctum. Pushing the metal door open, Wessex enters and offers the girl a half-hearted smile - not because she isn’t secretly half-relieved that it’s her instead of Jigano within, but because she knows this will now be a different kind of uphill battle. Perhaps the more difficult one. “Hey Amalia. Good to see you.” The Queen takes a moment to look around the room - at the fixtures, the tables, the books, and the general coziness of the place. It’s nice. A place that facilitates concentration and studying, she can imagine. Her eyes dart over the entrances to other rooms, but she makes no move to explore - not yet.
“I fucked up,” she sighs. Honesty and admitting her faults has always gone well with Amalia. Might be best to jump the gun and get that out of the way before prying questions can tug it out of her. “And now I need to know everything you’ve got on portals. And the Spire.”
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
