WESSEX
Two shards of onyxShards of ice made magically cold
One piece of concave glass
Well. The last one she could get from their glassmiths. If they were willing to barter. She imagines it need be no larger than the size of her own eyes, because where else would She put a piece of glass? Small. Simple enough. The other two… not so much. Wessex frowns a little to herself as she leaves the Atheneum, the book and its mysterious writing tucked under her arm. There’d been no asking for permission to take it, she simply had, once their session was over.
Now, as it doesn’t seem too late to the nightowl - the sun’s only been down for an hour or two - so she aburptly changes her path and heads toward The Settlement, where she’s heard rumors that someone may be able to help her. She knows nothing of magic, only of fighting and killing and survival. None of which is useful to her right now. Whether or not Remi will want to help her is another story. She is not so egotistical to think her reputation precedes her, but she wouldn’t be surprised to find a door shut in her face, either. To be honest, she wouldn't blame him.
And so, quietly, intently, Wessex raps on the alchemist’s shop door, then takes a step back to give it room to open, if indeed, anyone is there. There seems to be a dim light on, but it could be anything.
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
