WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
"Believe you me, you do not want any spawn of mine running around the place," Neron assured his twin with unusual solemnity, the Warden already feeling the weight of the sack of wood over his shoulder start to grow. "You most certainly will," he advised Loren, watching as the other man turned to walk away. With his little luxere at his side, the two looked as though they didn't have a care in the world, and Neron allowed himself an indulgent smile as his brother walked away.
Then he was gone, of course, and the Warden shrugged the sack of wood from his shoulder and held it out expectantly. From nowhere - everywhere, perhaps - a stranger appeared, a scarf over their face to mask their identity. They took the wood to distribute appropriately, and Neron turned for home. Around him, several other spies took stock of the situation, before swarming back out to their posts.
~FIN
Then he was gone, of course, and the Warden shrugged the sack of wood from his shoulder and held it out expectantly. From nowhere - everywhere, perhaps - a stranger appeared, a scarf over their face to mask their identity. They took the wood to distribute appropriately, and Neron turned for home. Around him, several other spies took stock of the situation, before swarming back out to their posts.
~FIN
