Wessex
After you, the Wraith agrees readily, finding nothing at the altar of note. And though she would love to leave a big ‘ol wad of spit at the feet of the Gods, she resists the urge to leave any evidence that the pair of them were there. I’m going to ask someone and see if they can tell us where the oldest part of the city is. Maybe that will be more helpful.
Playing the friendly vulpine, Wessex partially shifts into her kitsune form as she makes her way back to the main entrance of the Temple. Once outside, she tries to find someone who looks like they’re working - a guard or a shopkeeper, perhaps - and waving a singular tail in a friendly manner, pitches her voice up to appear the old lady again. “Excuse me,” she asks quietly and politely. “Do you know which part of Stormbreak is oldest? I need to tell my grandson there is something that is indeed older than me in Caido.”
Playing the friendly vulpine, Wessex partially shifts into her kitsune form as she makes her way back to the main entrance of the Temple. Once outside, she tries to find someone who looks like they’re working - a guard or a shopkeeper, perhaps - and waving a singular tail in a friendly manner, pitches her voice up to appear the old lady again. “Excuse me,” she asks quietly and politely. “Do you know which part of Stormbreak is oldest? I need to tell my grandson there is something that is indeed older than me in Caido.”
What is life? A madness
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
