It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
While talking herself (and the other three) round in circles, Wessex absently opens the Knowtbook - not because she doesn’t trust Jata to have told her the truth, but because when she gets like this, she has to check everything again. It’s always possible to miss a clue.
The Wraith turns to the last page, where a fresh new entry has been made. “Oh shit,” she curses aloud, suddenly standing up. “There’s something in Stormbreak. Some cloth in the Falling cliff face.” Frowning to herself, the General finds she can’t recal ever having looked very intently at the Falling, what with never needed a skyboat and all, but - but it is something. “I don’t mean to break up the party, but it wouldn't be in here if it wasn't important. Jata, can you investigate? I can always hang offshore - but you still probably shouldn’t go alone.”
The Wraith turns to the last page, where a fresh new entry has been made. “Oh shit,” she curses aloud, suddenly standing up. “There’s something in Stormbreak. Some cloth in the Falling cliff face.” Frowning to herself, the General finds she can’t recal ever having looked very intently at the Falling, what with never needed a skyboat and all, but - but it is something. “I don’t mean to break up the party, but it wouldn't be in here if it wasn't important. Jata, can you investigate? I can always hang offshore - but you still probably shouldn’t go alone.”
