show me how it ends, it's alright
"I'm a very charitable man, don't you know," Neron informs Kiada with an equally sly smile on his face. They might have continued their banter in this way were it not for the arrival of the glazier, and the Hailstorm falls silent to give his full attention to the man. Contributing to the ideas and measurements and thickness of the panes where he can but otherwise leaving it to professional judgement, as the man turns the journal towards them his brows rise, obviously impressed.
"I think that would do nicely, don't you?" he asks, glancing to his companion to get her thoughts. "I believe we've got a few things for trade from the young lady, and I can offer any number of services from the Kraai. Food, liquor, even a few furs or weapons from the hunters there. Name your price."
"I think that would do nicely, don't you?" he asks, glancing to his companion to get her thoughts. "I believe we've got a few things for trade from the young lady, and I can offer any number of services from the Kraai. Food, liquor, even a few furs or weapons from the hunters there. Name your price."
Neron
