Jack of Harts

So, the first time I met the Weylan, I was there on Sunnydale Station, minding my own business, face stuffed full of a churrito like a chipmunk preparing for winter, when the Weylan walked on board. There were three of them, times about fifty. And I do mean three of them. Two girls. One guy. And around fifty of each of them. Perfectly identical clones, the lot of them. And they were pretty as angels to boot. Even the guys. Speaking for a friend here. So they might have made a bit of a scene on coming in. Think about it. A crowd of people walking around and doing their business in the market. Then a whole host of angels stop by to visit. Not that they’re really angels, but you get the visual, right? Pretty much the definition of shock and awe if you get my meaning. They do know how to make an entrance.