NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Wessex's sudden interest was bemusing at best, Neron raising an eyebrow at her and offering her a sharp smile, as if to silently remark that he was feeling interrogated. Still, whilst there were (inevitably) secrets held close to his chest, there was not much he did not think he could not share with the masses. "When I was first dropped here from Northaven, the Eirachi found me. It was she who raised me up to the Citadel's Warden," he explained. "So my loyalty is understandably tied to her and to the Old Gods whom she represents."
And yet here he was, batting around the idea of Ascending. Naughty Neron. Did he know the words, though? "I don't need to," he said with a quiet chuckle. "But as a matter of fact, I have done my best to learn them." He gazed up at the bonfire. "Granted, this is the first time in a long while that Safrin in particular has been honoured."
And yet here he was, batting around the idea of Ascending. Naughty Neron. Did he know the words, though? "I don't need to," he said with a quiet chuckle. "But as a matter of fact, I have done my best to learn them." He gazed up at the bonfire. "Granted, this is the first time in a long while that Safrin in particular has been honoured."
