WESSEX
“Oliver,” Wessex replies with a short nod and a tiny smile for the boy who took the time to say hello. That was kind of him. Unnecessary, but kind. With the arrival of Deimos (no surprise there), their group is complete and Kiada begins listing what needs to be done. Roving over the walls and the things, she recognizes that they’re all fairly easy tasks, but she might be most suited to the trophy wall, knowing a fair amount about the names and sizes of the creatures that stalked, walked, and wound their way through the Grounds. Piping up, the Wraith stakes her claim. “I’ll take the trophy wall,” she says decisively, bending down to reach for her old, but still sturdy bag of tools. Nothing a good hammer, some nails, and self-sourced talons couldn’t handle.
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W volunteers for the trophy wall.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
