high brow

“You’re in good company. My sister - real one - was a fan. She had excellent taste in books.” Still fairly amused, the Wraith’s expression remains wry. Is she being facetious? “I’m the research kind of person, and only recently. But the information here is… lacking, to say the least. Hard to care about recording shit when you’re on the verge of starvation, I guess.” Between that and the holes in the ceiling, pests, and three hundred years of decay… lack of information was an understatement. However, she shakes her head as he mentions looking for him. “Actually, I forgot about it for a bit, in the mess of everything since then.” Wessex does at least have the good sense to appear apologetic about this fact without going overboard, trusting that Neron won’t take it too personally. “Not surprised,” she says, crossing her arms and leaning against a stack. “I bet Noah is so self-righteous now he thinks his shit doesn’t stink. What happened?” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here