the hailstorm
"Huh is about right," Neron agreed with a quiet laugh. "I didn't expect it, truthfully, to keep my magic. But it isn't a choice I regret." And at least it didn't send Chulane running for the hills; the Warden would have been lying if he said it wasn't something he was worried about when he'd first changed, that the whole of the Citadel would turn their back on him.
"You've got a good head on your shoulders," he said of the other man's opinions on the gods. "You'll likely hear unsavoury things about all of the deities, at one point or another. Best to reserve judgement."
Curious now, he glanced across at Chulane. "Did these things exist where you were from? Gods, magic, palaces made of ice?" He chuckled.
"You've got a good head on your shoulders," he said of the other man's opinions on the gods. "You'll likely hear unsavoury things about all of the deities, at one point or another. Best to reserve judgement."
Curious now, he glanced across at Chulane. "Did these things exist where you were from? Gods, magic, palaces made of ice?" He chuckled.
