WESSEX
If what he says is true, and Wessex has no reason to believe it isn’t, she all of a sudden feels a bit sorry for the Alchemist. Having an oath called in seems shitty, and it’s only through pure luck that Arduinna never called her on hers, that the note she’d received upon the Lady’s death had no magic attached to it. It easily could have - and her life would be vastly different right now. “The Gods here are nothing if not… demanding,” she finally settles on the adjective, perhaps a way of saying she sympathizes with him if it’s not the role he wanted to take. “Might as well say it now, though in the end, it probably means jack shit. I don’t ever want to fight you. If it comes to something really big - I say we let the Gods duke it out.” If they are able to make that choice.
Anyway, he pulls out a glowing orb and she’s obviously curious about it, brow furrowing a bit. “No, not yet. Did you make it?” The PoRtAl GuArDiAnS are more Sam’s domain than hers, she’s just vaguely heard of the group, she’s not sure who’s in it, or what tools they use.
Mostly because, well, they haven’t done much to try and stop the Ascended from opening portals. Not yet, at least.
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
