[se] dust and devils on my conscience

Definitely a few days before they’ll meet each other outside the Boner Room, and not at all Wessex’s version of laying low is… not so sound right now. Having sharpened all the Barrack’s practice weapons that need sharpening (and some should absolutely remain dull) and cleaned and shined everything else, she’s fidgety. Needs something to do. And then while walking by the Notice Board, she re-reads the note about Ghilio and oh yeah. That’s something to do. So the Wraith hops in to her mech!suit and dips a metal washing tub into the Oasis and - off she goes, headed for Hak Etme and praying for minor headwinds. When she arrives, the tub is half empty, but everyone at the Caravanserai is scrambling to figure out who and what this big metal bird is. WESSEX The Wraith