WESSEX
the wraith
Gone long enough to miss all the major excitement, but back in time to see Halo completely changed; a distraught merchant she knew told her what had happened, so Wessex set back out from the Kraai to see if she could be of any assistance. Two familiar figures pull her towards a small group (little does she know she’s met all three). With a clear head about the whole thing and a natural resistance to cold, The Wraith should be of assistance where she can. In fact, she hopes the men have their extra layers on, as she can imagine the biting cold they’re facing. “Noah,” she says with a nod to the hunter she’d met in the Fangs, and then “Chuy,” with a smile to her most recent acquaintance, Wessex offers a hand and her name to the boy who seems to be organizing. Good for him for stepping up. “I’m Wessex.”
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W will take the Infirmary/med supplies.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
