WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Pleasantries and pleasures and talk of the weather could wait. Neron had reached the meat of the conversation now, and he felt it with the very nerves that oozed from Peter. Sitting up a little in his seat, he appraised the man before him with steely eyes, drumming long fingers across the desk. "Zariah does not welcome people into the family merely for being skilled with their hands," he said slowly. "I confess that I don't believe you are being honest with me. I have my suspicions about you - no one gets that many scars for nothing."
He tilted his head. "Speaking plain, I would have a job for you here at the Citadel. But before I can suggest it, or make any decisions, I would know precisely what it is that you do."
He tilted his head. "Speaking plain, I would have a job for you here at the Citadel. But before I can suggest it, or make any decisions, I would know precisely what it is that you do."
