the hailstorm
Oh good. The subject of Loren was safely tucked into bed for now, then - but obviously Zariah had more to say. Slouching somewhat in his chair, he regarded her with hooded, steely eyes as the name Eirachi passed her lips. "My, but you like to dig," he drawled. "You already know all that I am willing to tell you about the creature. The goddess, as I'm sure you are aware now." Neron shrugged. "I was thrown into the Tundra alone. She appeared, we made a deal, and this is the result of it."
Tilting his head at her, he raised his eyebrows. "If you would hear more, you are very welcome to go and find out for yourself. There is a shrine upon the Sea of Glass where she is rumoured to appear. Ask her your questions, though I would remind you of what curiosity did to the cat."
Tilting his head at her, he raised his eyebrows. "If you would hear more, you are very welcome to go and find out for yourself. There is a shrine upon the Sea of Glass where she is rumoured to appear. Ask her your questions, though I would remind you of what curiosity did to the cat."
