Eight, your presence is requested

[Gallows]

He's prompt, which is better than I can say for myself. I don't have any notions of fashionably late; I simply don't care. If I am eager for something, I hurry. If not, well then I'll see you when I see you. But I am queen of double standards and I don't like being kept waiting. "The wall, Eight. It needs to go. You did good work with it, but we and our allies need to move freely across the borders. And I need you at full strength for the war." Whoops. I forget that being blunt isn't always the best received. I take an exasperated breath, and blow air sharply between my teeth. But my to the pointedness doesn't seem to bother Eight, and I grin. "I'd like your thoughts on that, actually. The war. We're allied to the Chamber and I see no one else worth coming alongside. I have a feeling Straia is thinking offense and we may very well make the first move. She has magic herself, and a few other gifted creatures. Can we count on you to assist?" At the very least, I'll have him babysitting the Valley and those who need to stay behind. Like my daughter and Fennick's child. G A L L O W S We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.