Comfortably Numb

Welp. That’s a twist. There’s a lengthy pause as Wessex just looks at Ronin and his smiling face. Her eyes narrow slightly in consideration, thoughts flicking across her face in rapid succession. She’d literally just said that the Old Gods consider her a monster and now he’s offering her… something… she’s not entirely sure what it means. But it isn’t likely that he’s trying to make her into a fool. Seems too noble for that sort of game. “What does that entail? You organize hunts or something?” Not knowing who’s in the guild, she can’t really comment on the appropriateness of joining, but she has to add, “As long as you’re not putting Ascended on that list, I could be game.” There's a hierarchy of loyalty in Wessex's life. She can't, won't, cross it. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here