WESSEX
the wraith
It’s late. Cold, dark, and still reeling in the aftermath of two disasters, it’s no wonder that people are drinkin’ their sorrows and worries away. And there’s an unusual sight at the Kraai tonight - without Weaver or Korbin (or anyone else) to serve up the drinks, some people had gotten it into their heads that the Deepfrost stash was a free-for-all. Some of them were sneaky about it and some were not, but even though they know it has to last them for a whole season, they’re not exactly rationing it. Or paying, for that matter. She knows a couple of people who would not be okay with that.
Tonight she comes in swingin’, removing bottles from peoples’ mouths, ordering people to clean up their personal items, get their feet off the bar, and throwing elbows and punches where she has to. The threat of banishment from the house is even tossed around once or twice, with some leaving of their own free will, muttering about fuckin’ outsiders and the like.
But in the end, the Wraith has managed to wrangle a cleaning crew and it busy setting things right again. She knows absolutely nothing about running a bar and has no intention of staying for long; as soon as she can find someone to take over for a bit, she’ll probably pop into Torchline with the news, but until then… she’s making sure to keep some sort of presence in Halo, just to see how the politics turn out.
She can mourn Weaver later.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
