NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Such stress, for a quiet bar." Neron all but purrs as he steps into the Kraai, unlooping a scarf he does not need from around his neck as his body registers the transition from cold to warm. Steel eyes flicker around at the place, taking it all in, impressed.
"I had expected to see Sunjata here, now that the place is open," he confesses, stepping up to the bar to nod a greeting to Weaver. "I don't think we have met, officially. Neron Launceleyn." Though he hardly needs introducing, given how frequently the people see their Warden in the streets these days.
"I confess, I prefer this to the VlamVloed," he says, a catlike smile on his face. "But perhaps that is because the Kraai is in Snowcloak? It feels more like home."
"I had expected to see Sunjata here, now that the place is open," he confesses, stepping up to the bar to nod a greeting to Weaver. "I don't think we have met, officially. Neron Launceleyn." Though he hardly needs introducing, given how frequently the people see their Warden in the streets these days.
"I confess, I prefer this to the VlamVloed," he says, a catlike smile on his face. "But perhaps that is because the Kraai is in Snowcloak? It feels more like home."
