NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Oh, is that so?" he asked, honestly surprised by that. He hadn't exactly been given a manual when going to see the Voice about his ascension. "If that's the case, I might as well take up Sunjata's offer. What's your best whiskey?" he inquired. It might not be the same, but Neron had enjoyed it when he could actually taste. Not getting drunk didn't bother him; it would have been the same sort of numbness he existed in now, and he'd already achieved that.
"Mm, I have found that the hunters, especially, get a peculiar sort of cabin fever during Deepfrost, when it is too dangerous to brave the Tundra more than once a week or so," he said, speaking from previous experience. Nodding at her advice, however, he made a mental note to follow it. He didn't have his lofty position as Eirachi's favoured on his side any longer, but he could certainly be present.
With a wry smile at her quip about the sun, he glanced fully at Weaver as she propped her elbows on the bar. Her response surprised a laugh out of him, one that showed fangs, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Guilty," he admitted. "In a previous life I was a lawyer, so I can't help but give blanket politics at times," he explained by way of apology. "Speaking plainly, much of what I experienced when I first arrived was a lot of motivation but a lack of refined skill," he said. "I want to give more opportunity for people in the Citadel to hone their talents. Especially Abandoned - magic could turn the tables of survival in a harsh Deepfrost."
"Mm, I have found that the hunters, especially, get a peculiar sort of cabin fever during Deepfrost, when it is too dangerous to brave the Tundra more than once a week or so," he said, speaking from previous experience. Nodding at her advice, however, he made a mental note to follow it. He didn't have his lofty position as Eirachi's favoured on his side any longer, but he could certainly be present.
With a wry smile at her quip about the sun, he glanced fully at Weaver as she propped her elbows on the bar. Her response surprised a laugh out of him, one that showed fangs, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Guilty," he admitted. "In a previous life I was a lawyer, so I can't help but give blanket politics at times," he explained by way of apology. "Speaking plainly, much of what I experienced when I first arrived was a lot of motivation but a lack of refined skill," he said. "I want to give more opportunity for people in the Citadel to hone their talents. Especially Abandoned - magic could turn the tables of survival in a harsh Deepfrost."
