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Neron listened intently to her words to avoid looking at her face or trying to understand her gestures, and something like a smirk managed to tug at his lips as she spoke about the apparent heathens they were to expect, running amok in his lands. "They are welcome to try. The Tundra claims the lives of all who walk it unprepared. It would have claimed yours, had you not been so lucky." It was the joy of being where they were. He did not have to try hard to defend the Citadel.
The Greatwood seemed to give a whisper of recognition, but it was passing if that. "So you are telling me that a goddess called the Voice is responsible for bringing us here, to Caido? Us, alongside everyone else from Northaven? Why, then, was I thrown here instead of there? What is there to expect from this... Voice?" He mentioned nothing about her status as a prisoner. Some matters were better off not pushed.
The Greatwood seemed to give a whisper of recognition, but it was passing if that. "So you are telling me that a goddess called the Voice is responsible for bringing us here, to Caido? Us, alongside everyone else from Northaven? Why, then, was I thrown here instead of there? What is there to expect from this... Voice?" He mentioned nothing about her status as a prisoner. Some matters were better off not pushed.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
