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Glancing at Oliver, Wessex’s brow furrows, trying to follow his line of thought. “So… you do know people who have been in contact with them?” That furrow arches into something a little more demanding, not quite incredulous, but curious as to why he's held out on this information. “Who? And how so?” As for who would take care of what for LongNight, the Wraith shakes her head a bit. This, at least, was already something she’s thought about. “I’d actually like you to organize the luxere singing, Oliver. You’ve done that in past years and it seems to have been effective. They like your light magic. It would be a great help if we could have a group in the Sanctuary for safety,” A giant if, but one worth pursuing, “And maybe another in the Outskirts, for those who refuse to leave. And of course, Bastien and I will be here to help with everything else, he’ll have to return before the snow sets in and I have no plans on leaving.” “Amun can organize things in Torchline.” Looking to Amun, the Queen nods decisively. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here