WESSEX
She’s about to protest when Nikolai leaves the White Hart, but maybe it’s for the best that they split up? Sighing to herself and grumbling about the youth (like any proper middle-aged man), the Wraith hunches some more over her pint and looks out at the world from beneath bushy eyebrows.
Focusing in one pair of men, Wessex strains to be able to hear them. What she can catch is mostly shop talk. Nothing of relics. Then a group of women, howling and laughing away as they talk about their children and partners. Hmmm. No. She needs that ear to whisper in to. Someone alone, maybe? Or the barkeep. If they’re anything like Sunjata or Neron, they know all the good shit that goes on. But is it too risky? Wessex sits back and begins to debate herself on the idea for a bit first.
Focusing in one pair of men, Wessex strains to be able to hear them. What she can catch is mostly shop talk. Nothing of relics. Then a group of women, howling and laughing away as they talk about their children and partners. Hmmm. No. She needs that ear to whisper in to. Someone alone, maybe? Or the barkeep. If they’re anything like Sunjata or Neron, they know all the good shit that goes on. But is it too risky? Wessex sits back and begins to debate herself on the idea for a bit first.
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
