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Indeed; lying would do him no good now, not with Morgan and her guards breathing down his neck. ”Yes, provided that it isn’t too dangerous,” he said, his brow furrowing as she advised she would allow him to go with an escort. ”I would like to put as few people at risk as possible,” he murmured; not a no, not by any means. Just a consideration to perhaps not send half a dozen people along with him. Giving a thin smile, he nodded in agreement. ”If I managed to strike a deal at all, it would be with the caveat that it affects me and me alone,” he said.
And then things got really weird, and Neron tilted his head quizzically at Morgan. He considered sass in his reply, but caught himself in time to realise that this might be a very rare occurrence indeed. An olive branch? From the Glacier?
”A desk would be nice, if you could arrange it,” Neron said, gesturing around the room. ”I could write a few letters, study...” He shrugged. ”And if you wouldn’t mind, an escort to the shrine when the snows melt. I have been very lucky this season, but it isn’t sustainable.”
And then things got really weird, and Neron tilted his head quizzically at Morgan. He considered sass in his reply, but caught himself in time to realise that this might be a very rare occurrence indeed. An olive branch? From the Glacier?
”A desk would be nice, if you could arrange it,” Neron said, gesturing around the room. ”I could write a few letters, study...” He shrugged. ”And if you wouldn’t mind, an escort to the shrine when the snows melt. I have been very lucky this season, but it isn’t sustainable.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
