WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Neron had been quietly minding his own business watching the party develop, keeping an eye out for Rexanna all the while. But it appeared that his twin was to be his date for tonight, and the Warden flashed Loren a crooked smile as he approached. "Adoring sycophants and simpering women are not all they are cracked up to be, brother," he whispered back at his twin, about to speak about his true purpose for being there when, lo and behold, a raven swooped down and dropped a note upon the table beside him.
"I am not one to question things like this," he commented, plucking up the parchment and unfolding it to read. His steel eyes lit up, and his smirk grew into a grin. "Come on, Loren. We have somewhere better we might be," he said, moving away from his spot by the table and tucking the parchment away. Glancing over his shoulder at his twin to make sure he was following, Neron headed back through the trees and into the darkness.
Neron (and Loren???) out!
"I am not one to question things like this," he commented, plucking up the parchment and unfolding it to read. His steel eyes lit up, and his smirk grew into a grin. "Come on, Loren. We have somewhere better we might be," he said, moving away from his spot by the table and tucking the parchment away. Glancing over his shoulder at his twin to make sure he was following, Neron headed back through the trees and into the darkness.
Neron (and Loren???) out!
