fears, shmears

She sure as hell wasn’t happy about it, Wessex thinks to herself before the topic changes. Probably crushed, yes, but she hadn’t stuck around to find out. Anyway. Moving on. Wessex nods gratefully at Ronin as he accepts her proposition and then falls in line, pulling the sword from its sheath to have at the ready. She follows the girl and also steps on to the bridge, its porous rock odd beneath her feet. What could we encounter? Melita asks, and Wessex takes a deep breath, talking more quietly than usual. Ronin should still be able to easily hear her, but the mist, it seems to muffle the surroundings as soon as one steps into it. “Well,” she begins. “There are the stories of something called a Kappa, which flies through the mists under the bridge. Very few people have actually seen it - or think they’ve seen it, which I suppose means it isn’t inherently dangerous. Other than that… no one really knows. The mists always seem to be here.” Really, she’s no help on this matter. For once. There is only going forward and seeing what happens. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm