WESSEX
Hopefully neither Loren nor Phoebe will be too disappointed with the Wessex they get today. There’s no point in reminding everyone that Wessex has never asked anyone to shrivel before her, or that her own safety depends on things being done right, so an extra pair of eyes should be welcome. Their hackles are raised for nothing. After all, isn’t Loren off to go check on the Guildhall after this - what is that, if not some other version of micromanaging? When given the explanation of what Remi is doing, the Queen reaches out to touch the door, just to see what it feels like. “Good,” is all she says, accompanied by a small nod of approval. She’s of a similar mindset, to an extent. There’s hardly a moment to turn and see what else is going on before the summoner is behind her, and her eyes track the changes he describes, roaming over the windows and the door, then the floors, head bobbing up and down in silent consideration - and then that, too, gets her approval.
“Thank you, Loren, for organizing. And everyone else, thank you for helping.” Offering each a small smile, the Queen then turns to Remi, and gestures towards the Rathskellar. “Could you show me what you did with the tunnel?” Wessex would like to know everything - to change it, if necessary - or how to reverse it, if something were to happen and they needed another emergency exit.
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
