NERON
the hailstorm
Neron turns and raises a brow at the sight of his twin, a fanged grin flashing across his face for a moment before he glances back to Morgan to await her instructions. As subtle as the Warden is, Neron has no doubt that Loren will realise within seconds that something has changed with their interactions, so he doesn't bother to try and hide it. Instead, he listens and nods his agreement, stepping over to grab another of the bricks.
"If only we had brains enough to levitate these, eh?" he remarks, knowing at least one of them has the ability. Then again, the bricks aren't exactly impossible to move, so he moves to interlock them with the others on the base. "The cold didn't bother me even when I wasn't Ascended, but I daresay the rest of the Citadel will thank you for this. What kind of treasures are you putting into the altar?"
"If only we had brains enough to levitate these, eh?" he remarks, knowing at least one of them has the ability. Then again, the bricks aren't exactly impossible to move, so he moves to interlock them with the others on the base. "The cold didn't bother me even when I wasn't Ascended, but I daresay the rest of the Citadel will thank you for this. What kind of treasures are you putting into the altar?"
