NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
”I don’t believe you,” Neron quipped at Wessex with a sharp, amused smile. He got the feeling that her machine heart could take anything he could throw at it and then some, but the time to talk about those specifics certainly wasn’t now. Whilst he was expected at the front (obviously), the Warden followed Wessex towards the back of the crowd, the music vibrating in his bones, the gathered citizens creating a warmth not often seen in the streets of Snowcloak.
The Eirachi, though, spreading her influence into the Hollowed Grounds? It puzzled Neron, something that showed plain on his face, but he didn’t seem particularly concerned. ”She does have quite the flair for the dramatics. And a penchant for turning up when you need her the most,” he agreed. ”I do hope you like the cold in that case, Wessex.”
The Eirachi, though, spreading her influence into the Hollowed Grounds? It puzzled Neron, something that showed plain on his face, but he didn’t seem particularly concerned. ”She does have quite the flair for the dramatics. And a penchant for turning up when you need her the most,” he agreed. ”I do hope you like the cold in that case, Wessex.”
