WESSEX
“By all means, feel free to talk to anyone you like - Gods and mortals. Diplomats aren’t at risk, they’re just few and far between. You might want to talk to Juniper DuBois, a Fae in the Greatwood. She’s a Diplomat, though I’m not sure how much success she’s had.” Despite the fact that they’re on opposite sides, Wessex has nothing but respect for the Amberwing and her leadership. There’s some irony in sending Darkeye to talk to her, but… her own side is a little lacking in Diplomats who have done much.“The Voice will return at the beginning of the next season, I think. She usually welcomes any and all at her shrines. There are several in the Grounds, but they can also be found in Halo and Torchline - and if you’re going to go to those regions, you should definitely use the portals.” Which she would be happy to direct him to, should he need it. Rising, the General brushes any dirt or tree debris from her hands and looks down at Darkeye. “If you decide to choose our side, come back, and I’ll welcome your assistance. And so long as you aren’t spying for the other side, or want to hurt my people, you’ll be welcome here.”
With a jerk of her chin, Wessex indicates that they should start walking back towards the inhabited areas - if only so he could determine what he wanted to do next.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
