WESSEX
Wessex hears them coming before she sees them, the golem banging along with the stuff, and the summoner’s quieter footsteps. She decides not to stop what she’s doing, instead picking up the moss to stuff under the boards of the now-empty storeroom, going one step at a time. “Of course.” she replies from within the room, “Start out there, this room shouldn’t take long.” And it doesn’t, so when the Queen comes back for some cloth and pillows to line the walls and baseboard, she is surprised to hear Loren ask for a favor.“You can certainly ask,” she says with the softest of chuckles. Whether or not she’ll say ‘yes’ is another matter.
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
