[Mini Event] Reap what you have sown

Maybe Wessex is evolving into both a warrior and a politician. Or maybe she’s just skilled at saving her own ass; which is a highly underrated ability in Caido, if you ask her.   Wessex returns the fanged smile, “There is more than one way to skin a cat, War Chief.” she says. And like the warrior that she is, there is always a Plan B. Or an inkling of a Plan B that needs to be fleshed out with some input. Either way, there will be no immediate answers tonight. “Then a closed border it is. No one crosses to the other side.” The Fae and anyone else living in the Greatwood would be held to the same standards. The Grounders will have to work to better their home from the inside for the time being. “Will let you know what my people decide to do.” Because ultimately, if they don’t want her, Wessex isn’t going to put her ass on the line. And she’s about had it with multiple ‘holier than thou’ attitudes. If they can do it better, they’re welcome to do so, and will have the opportunity soon. But until then - The Queen turns smartly on her heels and walks back into the growing darkness. Once they’re out of hearing range, she says to Amun without looking at him, “When you get back, ready a notice for the board about the closed borders. And draft another about a mandatory meeting in a few days.” To Deimos, she murmurs - not to keep Amun out of the loop, but to keep everyone beyond their threesome out of it - “Walk with me when we get to the Outskirts? I need to know what you know about the supposed portal in the Spire.” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here