neron
"You, blush? That will be the day," Neron drawled, a smile curling up the corners of his lips. Along with water, the workers brought in mugs of hot wine, and it was this that the Warden picked up to nurse in his hands. Not that he felt the cold, but it was still more pleasant a drink. And it was the depths of the wine that he considered as Zariah began to speak about her uses, the Launceleyn's expression like stone, giving nothing away. (Ah, the perks of being a once-upon-a-time lawyer).
She made some good points, ones that only added to Neron's already forming plans for her. Slowly, a smile thawed across his face and he sipped at his wine before setting it down again. Breakfast arrived in the form of pastries and meats and cheeses - all sturdy, necessary to survive the cold.
"Halo has a Warden, but it needs one to focus wholly upon the arcane, as you say. With that in mind... I would make you Archmage of the Citadel. Train those who possess our gifts, and show them just how important they are to Halo." And a school of magic wouldn't go awry, either.
She made some good points, ones that only added to Neron's already forming plans for her. Slowly, a smile thawed across his face and he sipped at his wine before setting it down again. Breakfast arrived in the form of pastries and meats and cheeses - all sturdy, necessary to survive the cold.
"Halo has a Warden, but it needs one to focus wholly upon the arcane, as you say. With that in mind... I would make you Archmage of the Citadel. Train those who possess our gifts, and show them just how important they are to Halo." And a school of magic wouldn't go awry, either.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
