NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
The whisky in his glass would not last long, and whilst Neron had no intention of getting himself blackout drunk, he would likely order another (just to really, really make sure he was staving away the pain from his ribs, y'know?). "What do people normally trade you for this?" he asked; whilst it would be easy to play the Warden-invited-by-the-Queen card, Neron's rule over Halo had thus far been marked by a fierce independence, and he didn't want to break that habit.
Laughing at the other man's remark, he raised an eyebrow, enjoying his line of thinking. "That might be the case, but it wouldn't do me any favours," he said; a dead bull would mean nothing to him at the end of things, but the farmers would feel the loss keenly. Taking another sip of his drink, he found he didn't have to lean forward to appear part of the barman's imagined conspiracy (yay broken ribs), though his eyes did narrow mischievously at his words.
"What kind of person bites you in quite so many pl-- ah. I see - say no more." He let out a dark laugh. "I am Neron, by the way."
Laughing at the other man's remark, he raised an eyebrow, enjoying his line of thinking. "That might be the case, but it wouldn't do me any favours," he said; a dead bull would mean nothing to him at the end of things, but the farmers would feel the loss keenly. Taking another sip of his drink, he found he didn't have to lean forward to appear part of the barman's imagined conspiracy (yay broken ribs), though his eyes did narrow mischievously at his words.
"What kind of person bites you in quite so many pl-- ah. I see - say no more." He let out a dark laugh. "I am Neron, by the way."
