it's a beautiful lie
"That is like saying that a drunk slumped over a bar is kind of cute," Neron points out airily, watching the wine spider and its saucer of booze with a weary sort of acceptance. Yet another difference between Halo and the Hollowed Grounds - a lot more bugs. Huffing out a needless breath through his nose, Neron nods to Sunjata as if to ask if he'd like a refill, before their conversation returns to the maybe-resurrection of a guild.
"A spy ring doesn't necessarily need to be in multiple locations, does it? It's just the spies that need to move around." With a catlike smile, Neron rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "Depending on who decides to join and how crazy they are, they might be more than happy to use the portals and hunt out information for us. If not that, I imagine there's something else we can do with the place. Thieves, assassins, mercenaries... it's all a living, right?"
"A spy ring doesn't necessarily need to be in multiple locations, does it? It's just the spies that need to move around." With a catlike smile, Neron rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "Depending on who decides to join and how crazy they are, they might be more than happy to use the portals and hunt out information for us. If not that, I imagine there's something else we can do with the place. Thieves, assassins, mercenaries... it's all a living, right?"
it's a perfect denial
such a beautiful lie to believe in
NERON
