[PQ] a long and lonesome road

She nods. Something at both ends sounds important. “We have a big, black obelisk in the Grounds. If you wanted something sturdier than a flag, a smaller one would certainly catch their attention and point them in the right direction.” And forever remind them that it was The Voice who gave them entry to the new world. It’s a less than subtle move on Wessex’s part, but the Queen couldn’t give less of a fuck about what’s appropriate or not right now. Watching as Neron gives his orders, she gives a skeptical glance towards the rest of the crew and the skin-and-bones bear. She almost feels sorry for it, having heard of what it could be, and yet not so eager to see a healthy one up close and personal. Turning her attention back to the Warden, Wessex smiles thinly at his question. Hunting, tracking, scouting - it was all part of a food provider’s daily tasks in the Grounds. “Excellent.” She turns to the flat expands of white and grey around them. “I’ll take a look around.” With a nod to Neron, Wessex sets out at an easy jog to scope a wide-ish perimeter, all senses on alert for Ursurs or Frost Giants or anything else that might seem a threat. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm