[PQ] better safe than sorry

WESSEX out of the night that covers me If it were just for Wessex, she’d ask for dirt-weapons and leave it at that. Alas, on the off chance that there are others who might need to seek refuge there, she must also think of them and the space limitation. With a grim sort of chuckle, she replies to Remi, “Unless you can make something comfortable, might as well spread most of it outside. Leave enough for a roof over half?” Which brings her to the table. Unsheathing her talons, she takes two whacks at the table legs, effectively making it a door of sorts. Something that can settle into a hole and have something dragged over it. “Here’s the door,” she offers, pulling it towards the hole. “It’s about half my height and two wide.” Big enough to get in and out. It would be dark inside, yes. Cold, yes. But those things can be easily fixed. Upon Deimos’s return, she takes one edge, cuts it from the spool and ties it to one edge of the net, then hands the small amount back to the big man. “Can you tie it tightly to that hook over there?” Hopefully the plan would be clear. It would hold a net with a couple of bigger rocks in it up. If triggered, it would make the net fall and the rocks hit the ground - loud enough to warn someone within but not so loud as to tell the approaching person that there’s someone in the house. After that - it’s all up in the air. She gathers the rocks and places them in the net, waiting for Deimos to finish his part. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul