[Seasonal Event] Everyone should work in retail at least once

Welp. This is… weird. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Probably only because Wessex doesn’t need to eat, but she’s good at killing things, so there’s just all this… extra lying around, and she isn’t sure what to do with it. Get snow moss? Yeah. She could use some of that. Get something warm? Maybe…? She doesn’t feel cold. A proper, full-length cloak would be nice to have again. Feathers for her arrows. Decorative items for the next Festival of Lights (god, what she wouldn’t give to see Magrethe right now) Alcohol, purely for the taste she misses Maybe something sweet Whatever the case, Wessex doesn’t have anything in particular in mind, There’s always been a general ‘take care of yourself first, then take care of your friends’ sort of thing regarding LongNight. Except for the raw meat revenge… which she’s done to someone more than once. For personal reasons. Or for money. There’s no shame in it now, it’s all become just another fact in Wessex’s sordid, unconventional life. So - with herself mostly taken care of, she’s come to barter the excess, the results of aimless, friendless nights. What to do when you’re bored? Practice killing things until you’re an even better killing machine. Anyway, the blonde woman lingers on the edge of the Settlement’s market, half-frozen carcasses of rabbits, birds, and other small but unidentifiable critters hanging on a line like skewers of kebabs meant to lure customers in. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm