WESSEX
the wraith
It’s a valid question; why her? She doesn’t truly live here, doesn’t have any apparent relation to Weaver other than friendship, what with the Devil’s Advocates more or less a secret organization. The idea that she might be overstepping had never occurred to Wessex (spoiler alert: it rarely does), she’d simply seen a situation that didn’t sit right with her and stepped in. She’s about to answer the woman’s question when Chuy speaks up, far more kind than she might be. His point is important, though, so she nods and points absently in his direction for a moment, indicating her tacit support for his suggestion about a lack of retaliation for the perpetrators. “Why not?” she counters at first, with an easy shrug. Wetting the rag again, she moves to a spot further down the bar. “I helped Weaver set the Kraai up and am friends with it’s sister bar’s owner. Might as well help keep it safe until Korbin - or someone else - decides what to do with it.”
Protecting everyone’s interests, one could say. Including her own.
“Don’t think we’ve met,” she continues after a moment. “I’m Wessex.” Everything’s easier when it’s a little more personal.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
