the hailstorm
They walked together, and at least Neron didn't have to concern himself with the worry that Chulane would end up freezing to death on that bench. It would be a bad habit to get into, sitting outside so late. The Warden listened with curiosity, raising his eyebrows at hearing that another Outlander had been dropped into the midst of Halo. "I came through that same portal, but it has been over two years since I arrived," he explained with a quiet smirk.
"You came to Halo at about the same season as I did, friend. It isn't the kindest welcome, I'll admit. But if you can survive Deepfrost here, you can survive anything," he assured him. "How are you finding things? Do you have a place to sleep, any work? I'd not see someone thrown into this place go without."
"You came to Halo at about the same season as I did, friend. It isn't the kindest welcome, I'll admit. But if you can survive Deepfrost here, you can survive anything," he assured him. "How are you finding things? Do you have a place to sleep, any work? I'd not see someone thrown into this place go without."
