NERON
the hailstorm
Neron’s eyebrows raise at that - not so much at Sunjata’s guesswork, given that he’s doing nothing to try and hide it. No, it’s his phenomenal lack of knowledge about what’s been going on in the Ascended world that gets him, the Hailstorm seeming a touch more solemn as he regards the other man opposite him. ”Yes, that certainly seems to be the case,” he says softly. Food for thought, this. Neron will have to speak to Wessex soon.
What can I bribe you with? Now he’s smiling again, Neron straightening up slowly and looking him up and down. ”A place in your guild. Covert, of course - no one else is to know I’m a part of it. And your wings.” He nods at the leathery, bat like protrusions from the other man’s shoulders. ”Given that I just used the telekinesis in my pocket to make my point, something to replace it seems only fair. Oh - and I want to know what’s in the room that won’t open.”
What can I bribe you with? Now he’s smiling again, Neron straightening up slowly and looking him up and down. ”A place in your guild. Covert, of course - no one else is to know I’m a part of it. And your wings.” He nods at the leathery, bat like protrusions from the other man’s shoulders. ”Given that I just used the telekinesis in my pocket to make my point, something to replace it seems only fair. Oh - and I want to know what’s in the room that won’t open.”
