An Anonymous Package

The crowd, and its noise, naturally draw more and more people. It piques the Wraith’s curiosity so she approaches, hearing whispers and gasps, rumors of what they’re all looking at. What she hears - it can’t be true, can it? After a bit of maneuvering, she manages to weave and subtly push her way to the front until she can see and hear properly, and what she finds makes her fluid surge. It wasn’t about Robin, specifically. He’d been MIA and useless. In that regard, the loss doesn’t even begin to measure up to Rex and Clem. It was that it had been done at all. That makes three of them gone, murdered, taken by the heralds and their followers, or so Wessex determines after snatching the note from someone’s hand. Rolling her eyes at a bit of the wording, she hands it back to a random person and pushes back through the crowd. Just another thing to warn everyone about. Sorry Mabel, that war is coming whether you want it to or not, she thinks grimly to herself, safe with the feeling that this one, at least, she couldn't have prevented. But there is now so much work to do. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here