NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Neron had gotten in a fight with a bull. The bull was on the losing end, eventually, but it had left him with a marvellous set of broken ribs. He had come to the bar as there had been the promise of something exquisitely strong that might numb the pain a bit, but upon entering... well, either it was under renovation or something very interesting had happened recently. The Warden had not frequented taverns even back in Northaven as a lawyer, so he likely stuck out like a sore thumb. Today though, he didn't give a damn.
Setting himself down gingerly at the bar, wearing less than was his Halo custom (but what he did wear was still almost entirely black), there were bruises snaking colourfully out near his collarbones, too. That, he felt, gave him a very good connection to the barman. A fantastic starting point. "What have you got that makes you forget you've got cracked ribs?" he asked, getting right to the point. His injury left little space for ettiquette.
Setting himself down gingerly at the bar, wearing less than was his Halo custom (but what he did wear was still almost entirely black), there were bruises snaking colourfully out near his collarbones, too. That, he felt, gave him a very good connection to the barman. A fantastic starting point. "What have you got that makes you forget you've got cracked ribs?" he asked, getting right to the point. His injury left little space for ettiquette.
