the hailstorm
"I am glad to see this is finally getting off the ground." Neron's voice rang out through the chilly air as he approached the new offshoot from the palace. The Warden was dressed in his customary black, something he had finally felt the benefit of when visiting the Hollowed Grounds, but seeming nonetheless out of place in the white landscape of Halo. Giving a polite nod to Zariah and Weaver both, he stood to attention and awaited the Archmage's instructions.
Did he follow Zariah? Once upon a time, perhaps. But now? Well, Halo might have been freezing cold, but it had started a fire in him that he was not keen to allow to blow out.
"I will help however I am able."
Did he follow Zariah? Once upon a time, perhaps. But now? Well, Halo might have been freezing cold, but it had started a fire in him that he was not keen to allow to blow out.
"I will help however I am able."
