WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
"Unfortunately I am not able to give you a full menagerie of what you might find out there." Neron gave his brother a wry smile. "Besides which, it would be difficult to arm you with any knowledge that might not merely be conjecture. Frost giants, Ursur, water elementals... Keep warm going outt here, brother." That, he hoped, would be warning enough. That a Launceleyn was on the case at least boded well, too. And who knew - perhaps the bard on his trip to Whitebrim might find something interesting too.
Frowning playfully at Loren's confession to missing him, Neron scoffed. "You clearly have forgotten where we came from and what the family put you through," he said. "But I appreciate it anyway. It has been too long since I could speak with my family. And I have missed that." Probably as close as Loren would get to an admittance in return.
Frowning playfully at Loren's confession to missing him, Neron scoffed. "You clearly have forgotten where we came from and what the family put you through," he said. "But I appreciate it anyway. It has been too long since I could speak with my family. And I have missed that." Probably as close as Loren would get to an admittance in return.
