WESSEX
Core? Wessex’s face scrunches up in brief confusion at the repeated greeting, but as the man goes on, she chooses not to draw attention to it quite yet. Clearly this Outlander came from a land very different from Caido. He even goes so far as to take out a notebook before he’s finished asking his questions and the Wraith chuckles - she certainly wouldn’t underestimate the grizzled man, but she does decide that in this moment, he isn’t a threat. “Wow, you go right in for the hard stuff, don’t you?” Glancing around the two of them, she spots a decent sized log and gestures towards it in an invitation to sit. This might be a longer conversation than she’d originally planned. “Well, I happen to be the General of the Grounds. Which isn’t saying much, but I suppose when the time comes, I’ll be in charge of strategy and all that. And yes… a war is coming whether we like it or not. It’s god-driven, mostly. Which is unfortunate, because I think if you left it to the people, we’d say fuck it, no thanks.”
If the Old Gods would just leave it all alone... ah, but that's something she'll get to shortly, as she pauses briefly to see if there are any questions from Darkeye.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
