WESSEX
Right, the Barrows. A couple of companion ghosts didn’t scare the Wraith that much, but the mention of the KingMaker does have the General grimacing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the KingMaker exists. Thus far every rumored beast since the World’s opened up has turned out to really exist.” Flat and pragmatic, Wessex sighs needlessly, looking at the others in the room. When no one else speaks up, she nods decisively. “Right. So we’ve got trainings coming up and maybe King’s End is a good place to start. And we’ll keep each other informed, yeah? I can always broadcast something if need be.”
It’ll have to be a team effort, won’t it? All of them, working together. Like a family. And now that they have a potential direction - or at least a name - it doesn't feel so much like floundering in the dark.
{Fin}
It’ll have to be a team effort, won’t it? All of them, working together. Like a family. And now that they have a potential direction - or at least a name - it doesn't feel so much like floundering in the dark.
{Fin}
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
