you'll never miss me

Fun… time… she has to weigh the costs and benefits of doing something like going back to Whitebrim versus say, building various shrines and getting to Torchline. Chuckling along, she shrugs but nevertheless refrains from volunteering to return to the outpost. Or to be the one to go and ask Neron about bounties. At least, not by herself. The chuckle turns into a slow nod as she agrees with the next steps. “He’ll probably tell you to go ahead, with some warning about how dangerous the Tundra and Fangs are.” She personally also doubts the bounties, unless they can bring in a significant number of Ursur and lower the population. Leaning forward, Wessex takes a look around and notices that she’s been there for quite awhile now. “Let me know what he says? I’d be happy to join a hunt there.” But the impetus for organizing is purely in her - or someone else’s - hands. {Fin for Wessex} WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm