the hailstorm
”A talking to, huh?” Neron sounded amused, rising to his feet from the bed and closing his book to set it aside. He’d be finished with the stack of novels by the end of LongNight at this rate. ”The same kind of talking to that I was going to give to Sunjata, by the look of it.” Beckoning for Korbin to come inside, he busied himself lighting a few other lamps.
”No crowds to be found here, you’ll be pleased to notice. People tend to leave me well alone.” Which suited him just fine. ”Pretty sure I’ve got something that we can use to clean your face up, come on. Who laid one on you? It’s only been a few days into the week. If people are already going stir crazy enough to fight then we’re going to be in trouble.” Luckily that wasn’t really his problem anymore.
”No crowds to be found here, you’ll be pleased to notice. People tend to leave me well alone.” Which suited him just fine. ”Pretty sure I’ve got something that we can use to clean your face up, come on. Who laid one on you? It’s only been a few days into the week. If people are already going stir crazy enough to fight then we’re going to be in trouble.” Luckily that wasn’t really his problem anymore.
