Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Mm, I can only imagine," he says conversationally. He had never been one for that particular tipple, but it has been an age since he was last able to enjoy a good glass of wine. "What do you do out there?" Hunting is most common, naturally, but there are herders, gatherers and all other sorts. There's maybe a ghost of a smile on his face as he waits for her to place him - oh, you're the old Warden that got the Palace destroyed! - but soon the subject turns to portals, and he's not sorry for it.
"Portals aren't dangerous," he says, flashing her a fanged grin. "The places they take you to might be, though. Best do your research before heading out to one." Or talk to someone who knows, like... oh, maybe him?
She already seems to get the idea, and with sweet smiles and doe eyes, any man would be remiss not to take her up on her offer. Of course, Neron isn't any man, but he's similarly not got any other customers to serve. And so with a charming wink, he grabs a bottle of vodka and two glasses, pours them both a measure, and scoots himself to sit.
"Fire away. What do you want to know?"
"Portals aren't dangerous," he says, flashing her a fanged grin. "The places they take you to might be, though. Best do your research before heading out to one." Or talk to someone who knows, like... oh, maybe him?
She already seems to get the idea, and with sweet smiles and doe eyes, any man would be remiss not to take her up on her offer. Of course, Neron isn't any man, but he's similarly not got any other customers to serve. And so with a charming wink, he grabs a bottle of vodka and two glasses, pours them both a measure, and scoots himself to sit.
"Fire away. What do you want to know?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
