{se} A soldier meets a general

WESSEX

She hadn’t meant to sneak up on anyone out here - but that’s the inherent problem in both knowing these woods intimately and having a high Dex stat possessing a preternatural ability to move quietly. Wessex sees the flash of his weapon before anything else and is about to call out to announce herself when the stranger beats her too it, just as she’s rounding a thick tree.

Honestly? It makes her snort. And just for show, she look around, as if there might be someone else coming up behind her. “Young? Me? Clearly you haven’t met many Grounders.” Which is to say that she is one of the older ones - and at forty-something, she is by no means old. However, such was the harshness of life before the bubble broke.

And she isn’t quite sure what he said first - Core? As in their Core? It sets her Outlander-senses a-tingling.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all