WESSEX
Isn’t that so? Feigning a look of innocence (the likes of which her face is unsuited for, having left youth and a wide-eyed look behind a long time ago) Wessex plays along. “Of course not. I’m quite the ordinary traveler.” But they both know that if you have to say it, it ain’t so. “Actually, yes -” she says with a bright chuckle. “Card-carrying member of the Monster Hunter’s Guild. I like to stupidly go after things much bigger and scarier than myself.” And sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t, depending on the team. But he doesn’t need to know that. Glancing over at Loki, it seems the two companions have settled into a kind of sunny stalemate, which makes her loathe to move her, so perhaps she can stay a few more minutes. “I went down in it. The Maw. There was definitely something, but we didn’t stick around to see what.” Offering a shrug, Wessex indicates she’s as clueless as him.
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
