it's a beautiful lie
Neron doesn't dignify that with a response, though he does offer a haughty raise of his eyebrows to the Flood as he refills his drink, sliding it back across the bar. Cute or not, the wine spiders may or may not find themselves evicted in the coming weeks. It remains to be seen, honestly.
As for the formation of the new-old-guild, Neron clearly thinks very highly of the idea, though it's with a slow smirk that he leans against the counter a bit closer to Sunjata, as if they're two co-conspirators. Which they are, he supposes. "I'd probably stick to just calling it a guild of spies, to be honest, however colourful our members' professions. I could get some feelers out, see who might be interested. That's if you want to still be in charge of it, guildmaster?"
As for the formation of the new-old-guild, Neron clearly thinks very highly of the idea, though it's with a slow smirk that he leans against the counter a bit closer to Sunjata, as if they're two co-conspirators. Which they are, he supposes. "I'd probably stick to just calling it a guild of spies, to be honest, however colourful our members' professions. I could get some feelers out, see who might be interested. That's if you want to still be in charge of it, guildmaster?"
it's a perfect denial
such a beautiful lie to believe in
NERON
