[Seasonal Event] Table for one, please

Wessex is either the biggest idiot in Caido (aside from Bastien), or the bravest idiot, a combination of the two, or just… on some other plane of existence which isn’t firmly planted in reality. Who the actually plays chicken with the monsters? This lady. This lady with the bigass iron balls. And, like a man, she can… ah, get ahead of herself. But like a woman, she is sensible. The windows shatter and Wessex winces, closing her eyes against flying glass shards. Some nick her skin, drawing shiny fluid, but the pain is negligible. When she opens her eyes again, it is to a circle of nails pointed at her face, hovering in mid air like a pack of attack-dogs. “Ok!” she says urgently, putting her hands up in the universal sign of surrender. “Ok. You win.” Without revealing much, the Ascended begins. “The New Gods. That’s how.” She bites her lip and continues, ever so slowly, fully aware of how ludicrous this whole situation is. “Can you please... put the windows back together? I’ll answer all your questions.” Internally, she's bracing for impact and desperately hoping that the entity realizes that killing her won't get them any real answers. She'll be just another LongNight victim, and they'll never see what's coming come Flowerbirth. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here