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Neron blinked at Libbs; suffice to say he was not used to these types of conversation and in such a casual way, but the Hollowed Grounds were practically a vacation to him, so his usually cold nature was somewhat less pronounced. "Where are you from?" he asked, already guessing her to be an Outlander - and it was interesting, to note that there were still people arriving even after everyone from Northaven had been dragged through to Caido. "There are indeed queens here, yes. I am visiting from Halo, and I promised I would keep the fields from drying out too badly during Longheat."
As for the water, he raised his hand as if to demonstrate that he had created it, but she already guessed as much. Neron shot her a quiet smile. "That would be correct," he said with a nod, before arching an eyebrow at the implication that the mud would help her. "What is it you are looking for?" he asked. "Something buried underground?"
As for the water, he raised his hand as if to demonstrate that he had created it, but she already guessed as much. Neron shot her a quiet smile. "That would be correct," he said with a nod, before arching an eyebrow at the implication that the mud would help her. "What is it you are looking for?" he asked. "Something buried underground?"
lay your hand on me, one last time
