WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
”It’s open.” Concentrating more on his basket of frozen sun, as if wondering if that really were it, Neron turned only at the sound of the door clicking open. A flash of ink black - not dissimilar to his own tastes, he noted - the Warden sat up properly to receive his guest. Appraising him from mop of dark hair to scarred hands to ever-so-polite stance, Neron said nothing for a moment. Ah, so this was another of Zariah’s strays.
”Peter, if I am not mistaken,” he said softly. ”Apologies that I could not be here when you arrived. How are you finding Halo?”
”Peter, if I am not mistaken,” he said softly. ”Apologies that I could not be here when you arrived. How are you finding Halo?”
