neron
Neron agreed wholeheartedly with Wessex’s comment about being civilised, and his opinion on those hassling the bear was evident in the brief closing of his eyes. Once he had collected himself, he nodded to his fellow leader. “A flag at either end, perhaps, though the Tundra has a nasty habit of coating everything in snow. Both, perhaps, would be a good idea...”
Glancing over his shoulder at the guards, he gave a brief nod. “Begin plowing,” he instructed - once this was over there would need to be regular patrols out to plow the fresh snow and keep the path from being covered over. For now, the bear would do its work. In the meantime, the Hailstorm turned his attention to the beacon that would act as the ‘start’ of the trail. As for Wessex...
“How are you at scouting?” Neron wanted to know. “Work like this will be long and draws a lot of attention.”
Neron advises the guardsmen to plow snow with the bear, and asks Wessex to scout the surrounding area.
No post order!
Glancing over his shoulder at the guards, he gave a brief nod. “Begin plowing,” he instructed - once this was over there would need to be regular patrols out to plow the fresh snow and keep the path from being covered over. For now, the bear would do its work. In the meantime, the Hailstorm turned his attention to the beacon that would act as the ‘start’ of the trail. As for Wessex...
“How are you at scouting?” Neron wanted to know. “Work like this will be long and draws a lot of attention.”
Neron advises the guardsmen to plow snow with the bear, and asks Wessex to scout the surrounding area.
No post order!
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
