from many to more

{just want to keep this moving, talked to lam about it already. No post order, jump in whenever} “I know,” Wessex acknowledges with a small sigh when he says she can’t be everywhere at once. Accepting her limitations has never been easy, and as things ramp up she’s finding it even more difficult to come to terms with. “Evelyn was murdered and then tossed in the Outskirts, so we’ll have to deal with that.” Her gaze goes distant for a moment, lost somewhere inside herself before her lips purse and she looks around again. There seems to be nothing more for her to say about it right now. “They might,” the demigod acknowledges with a slow nod, “but I’m hoping that a reminder of the enormity we’re undertaking might dissuade them from sticking around. By now everyone knows the risks. Maybe adding the danger of being caught in a fight will finally sway some of the more stubborn folk.” Shrugging, the Queen resigns herself to not being able to make everyone listen. It’s not like she has an army at her beck and call, to force people from their houses, just in case. “And I was hoping, Bastien, that you might go see Deimos about making something fire based that could help us this year. I’m not entirely sure yet what that might be - a, a net of some sort, or a flame-throwing thing?” Her hands dart quickly through the air to illustrate the size or range of weapons she means, knowing that her ideas are rough sketches at best. They need input to be fleshed out. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here