into the frying pan

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Wessex has been known to keep a few secrets in her time. It’s understandable when her Lady frames it that way. Halo is too cold for the average person to want to be there for a long period of time. Even those love the ice-capped mountains and everything they symbolize, she thinks, may find it’s too much for them to want to stay there. But then perhaps she underestimates their desire to see the mountains again and revisit vestiges of their former lives. “He probably knows far more than he lets on… perhaps something can be done about that, with time,” she agrees, though the future of her bargaining power is uncertain at the moment. As to whether or not it's strange for her to ask… Wessex can only offer a shrug and a smile. "We know so little about you, thanks to the Old Gods. There’s plenty to do, but I would still try to make you less of an enigma to those whose minds can still be changed.”