WESSEX
the wraith
Wessex listens intently to Darkeye’s instructions and knows fairly quickly which task will fall to her. “I guess that’s my cue,” she says with a bright chuckle as Isla indicates she and the Prince will forego the anvil. After all, she did volunteer to be the workhorse of the group. “I’ll go fetch the anvil.” Heading out of the building at an easy jog, the General makes it to the merchant in no time, and after she insists (and then demonstrates) that she can carry it just fine, thank you, the demigod hauls it into her arms before teleporting back to the group. “Just tell me where to… put it,” she huffs out - for this is the heaviest thing she’s carried in awhile.
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Wessex goes to retrieve the anvil.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
