[PQ] better safe than sorry

WESSEX out of the night that covers me At the last minute, she’d sought out Remi, remembering his ability to move rocks and earth down in the cave. He is, as always, too kind about requests, so with word of thanks, she leads the two men to her house - one that could not betray her if he wanted to (and Wessex has faith he wouldn’t want to, but his blindness is an odd sort of bonus) and another she trusts as a brother in arms. It’s a safe house for the worst case scenario. With any luck, no one will have to use it. Because you see, it’s not just for her. It’s for… anyone. It’s for when the Hollowed Grounds goes to hell in a handbasket. Where to start? Taking the spool of wire, she hands it to Deimos. “Can you make a trip wire of sorts with this? I’d like a perimeter around the place, maybe a hundred feet out? Enough distance that there will be time to hide if the alarm is triggered. And then run it back through that crack in the stones.” She points to a break in the mortar above his head. “Thanks, Deimos.” In her head it’s for more than just this, but he doesn’t need to know that. Having guided the alchemist here by touch and words (to your left, step high - there’s a log), the Ascended knows she can see well enough for both of them and readily agrees to guide Remi’s work. Why wouldn’t she? He’s saving her a lot of effort. “Of course. I’ll walk you through it. First steps are pretty easy, just a big hole in the ground. Five paces by five paces. Smooth, packed walls, if you can manage.” Reaching out with a gentle touch, she offers her arm to lead him to the center of the room, where the hole should be dug, and then to measure out the five paces, if needed. --------------------- Ok Deimos, go set that trip wire. Should be pretty quiet out there tonight, but you never know. Remi, let W know if you need help or not. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul