neron
News came on the wings of a raven, shortly before the scouts and miners returned. A woman found out at The Fangs, apparently dressed for Longheat. Normally this wouldn't merit the Hailstorm's attention, but no one survived out there, in the deep cave systems. It was unlikely, but possible that she had some connection to Mageglass, or even something more powerful. To have survived out there even for a few hours... well. It had piqued his interest.
The scouts would bring her into a side room within the Palace, where Neron waited in a comfortable chair beside a fire that he could not feel. He stared into the flames, barely interested as the door knocked, his brow furrowed with his own thoughts.
Opposite him was another comfy chair, already spread with the deep, rich fur of an Ursur. Better to keep his guest warm and happy - all the better to loosen her tongue. "Bring her in," he said. And in she came.
The scouts would bring her into a side room within the Palace, where Neron waited in a comfortable chair beside a fire that he could not feel. He stared into the flames, barely interested as the door knocked, his brow furrowed with his own thoughts.
Opposite him was another comfy chair, already spread with the deep, rich fur of an Ursur. Better to keep his guest warm and happy - all the better to loosen her tongue. "Bring her in," he said. And in she came.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
