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Taking another sip of his wine, Neron set the mug down and raised an eyebrow as Zariah spoke. Figure out how to make her blush? Quite. If only he wasn't ice-hearted these days. Back to business, then; the Warden heard her out and relaxed in his seat. "It will fit well enough. A position like yours did not exist before, and now it does. I would introduce the idea slowly, though - these people will chew up and spit out anything that does not look as though it will fit."
As for leeway? A frown furrowed Neron's brow, the Launceleyn not quite understanding what she was getting at. "Ask and ye shall receive," he said slowly. "Run anything you plan by me first. In that regard I suppose your possibilities are endless until I get a say."
As for leeway? A frown furrowed Neron's brow, the Launceleyn not quite understanding what she was getting at. "Ask and ye shall receive," he said slowly. "Run anything you plan by me first. In that regard I suppose your possibilities are endless until I get a say."
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
