NERON
the hailstorm
"You? Scared? Warden, I would never." Neron would have gasped and let a hand flutter to his chest to complete the image, but that would ruin the other image of him standing in the jungle like a handsome statue, wouldn't it? Still, as they move to proceed he does slip one of his hands out of his pockets, holding it out for Morgan to take. Feigning offence, he glances back at her and smirks. "I didn't mean that I didn't see anything - just nothing that looked like sentient vines, or anything coming imminently close to us. We should keep going, they might be in a different place."
Then again, staying overnight could also be considered a decent idea. "If you think that would work, I don't mind. I make quite a perfect sentinel, you know, not needing to sleep and all. I'll take the first watch, and all the rest until dawn. But you must promise that you'll keep my delicate skin in mind, if we stay." AKA, please don't let me burn up in the sun, Morgan.
Then again, staying overnight could also be considered a decent idea. "If you think that would work, I don't mind. I make quite a perfect sentinel, you know, not needing to sleep and all. I'll take the first watch, and all the rest until dawn. But you must promise that you'll keep my delicate skin in mind, if we stay." AKA, please don't let me burn up in the sun, Morgan.
