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Neron

the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen

In both past and present lives, Neron is a spy and a battlemage, and he knows the potential for violence when he sees it. And so as his very name seems to strike every nerve in Darkeye, however briefly and however hidden, the Hailstorm straightens up from the counter to his full height, his shoulders square, his jaw set. "If there is going to be a problem, you can take it outside," he says smoothly.

Quirking an eyebrow as Darkeye speaks again, he folds his arms across his chest. "I haven't been to Halo recently. But I used to live there - and the name Morgan means a lot to me, as most in the Hollowed Grounds would be aware. She's a woman I loved, and now she is dead. Unless your friend wants to come and see me themselves, there is nothing to get to the bottom of. This is nothing to do with you."

sometimes the soul
has days like these