WESSEX
Back to the grind of daily tasks; set back up in her little shack (well-hidden, mind you) in the Outskirts, Wessex returns to the kind of life she’d known for the last two years. Inside during the day, or well-shielded from the sun. Perhaps sharpening her knives or throwing them (it’s been far too long since she’s practiced anything), doing the daily tasks that a hunter and sword-for-hire might need to do to stay alive and on their toes. This general focus, this re-organization of her life is enough for now. There are patches of sunlight to keep out, people to catch up with, trade to resume… all in preparation to leave.
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
