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Smiling sharply at Ingrid, Neron shrugged his shoulders. "I did not know that, in fact. Thank you for the heads up - I would prefer my nail polish to remain safe at all times." Not that he could ever conceive of a situation where he would say Zariah's name ten times in a row (no, not even then, naughty), and he put that amusing subject to rest.
Drugs? Unfortunately not - not in the traditional sense anyway. But power was a potent drug, and he could offer that in abundance. "The Citadel has need of someone who knows the old ways well - someone to whom the people can turn. A High Priestess, if you would." He inclined his head to her. "I would have that someone be you."
Drugs? Unfortunately not - not in the traditional sense anyway. But power was a potent drug, and he could offer that in abundance. "The Citadel has need of someone who knows the old ways well - someone to whom the people can turn. A High Priestess, if you would." He inclined his head to her. "I would have that someone be you."
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
