neron
With Loren out potentially dying on a quest to find Mageglass and Zariah being... well, Zariah, Neron had the impression that pushing ahead with his plans was in his best interests. Thus he found himself just outside the shrine in the Citadel; evening had not long fallen, bringing a soft snowfall which muted his footsteps and gave him time to properly replenish the braziers outside the building. The wind was low and, while cold, with the Longheat season it was not nearly as bitter as it might have been.
The Warden had heard of the Outlander priestess, of course. Those in Halo appreciated her bluntness - devout and yet relatable - and Neron thought he could probably make use of that as well. And with the right nudges in the right directions, who very well knew what the results might be. He was patient enough and the chill of the night didn't bother him, so he would wait as long as he needed to catch sight of Ingrid.
The Warden had heard of the Outlander priestess, of course. Those in Halo appreciated her bluntness - devout and yet relatable - and Neron thought he could probably make use of that as well. And with the right nudges in the right directions, who very well knew what the results might be. He was patient enough and the chill of the night didn't bother him, so he would wait as long as he needed to catch sight of Ingrid.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
