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Wessex makes a face that indicates she isn’t exactly pleased with the measures they take. “Of course. The one I saw was… skin and bones. Starved, really. I don’t think it had all the necessary energy to take out its handlers. They used whips and a massive leather harness with lots of ties and restraints. I can see where it’s useful, but the poor creature was a sorry sight. And they were still afraid of it.” She doesn’t know if that says more about the Ursur at its full strength and abilities or the quality of Neron’s guards, but it does say something. They would do well to be very wary of the bears. “Amun and I made it to Whitebrim. I let him run his mouth and at some point, the bartender there called him a snack, and I’m ninety percent sure he didn’t mean the sexual kind. Could have, but then the people in the bar came after us. So - I’m going to take that at face value and assume he wanted to literally eat Amun.” Somedays Wessex wants to stuff the guy’s mouth with socks in order to shut him up, so she can empathize with the bartender but thaaaaat was a little extreme. “Halo isn’t an easy place to live. If they’re exiles from the Citadel, I bet any outside thing might be seen as fair game.” WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm