[say]"Hmm,"[/say] Neron echoes, a catlike smile on his face as he leaves Sunjata to enjoy his whiskey. [say]"Well I very petulantly don't want to be stabbed to death, if you wouldn't mind too much. And I don't know where you can find a doorman - that is beyond my purview."[/say] The Flood is the boss, he's in charge of finding burly men to stand around and look menacing. [say]"It's a shame that Edrei is gone, though. She would have lived for that job."[/say]
Hefting more bottles out of the crate, the Hailstorm turns to place two of the finer specimens down on the bar for Jata to inspect. [say]"It's a Torchline shipment. Came through the portal this evening. Red wine and spiced. Might be some rum in there too, haven't gotten that far yet. Anything you want to sample?"[/say] He raises his eyebrows, like Sunjata is at a wine tasting and they are both very fine connoisseurs. Well. At least one of them is, or used to be. Neron. It's Neron.
Hefting more bottles out of the crate, the Hailstorm turns to place two of the finer specimens down on the bar for Jata to inspect. [say]"It's a Torchline shipment. Came through the portal this evening. Red wine and spiced. Might be some rum in there too, haven't gotten that far yet. Anything you want to sample?"[/say] He raises his eyebrows, like Sunjata is at a wine tasting and they are both very fine connoisseurs. Well. At least one of them is, or used to be. Neron. It's Neron.