NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Wessex seems the type," Neron said dryly; he hadn't realised that Weaver was acquainted with the Wraith, and the knowledge brought an amused smile to his face. He accepted the glass of whiskey, raising it in a toast before taking a generous sip. He could taste it very distantly, like a dream of it dancing across his tongue. "I can't say that I got a good impression of it," he said by way of explanation, smirking at Weaver, "but what I did taste was stellar." Finishing it off and tipping his empty glass to her, he set it back down on the bar.
Drunk and happy hunters could be a problem in itself at times, but Neron was confident that Weaver could keep them under control in the bar. "As long as they don't decide that any drunken expeditions are a good idea, I think we will be fine," he said; the last thing they needed was a bunch of their most skilled men and women toddling off into the Tundra to die.
"I was quite fancy, you know. A duke, in fact," he drawled for her, putting on every air and grace he had learned growing up, though since coming to Caido all of that meant pitifully nothing to him. "Mm, the Academy was a first step," Neron explained as their talk continued. "I believe my brother will be starting a medical school, for those who wish to focus on healing specifically, magical and otherwise. Captain Aristomache has set up her barracks for training. What we could use is more organisation of the hunters, now."
Drunk and happy hunters could be a problem in itself at times, but Neron was confident that Weaver could keep them under control in the bar. "As long as they don't decide that any drunken expeditions are a good idea, I think we will be fine," he said; the last thing they needed was a bunch of their most skilled men and women toddling off into the Tundra to die.
"I was quite fancy, you know. A duke, in fact," he drawled for her, putting on every air and grace he had learned growing up, though since coming to Caido all of that meant pitifully nothing to him. "Mm, the Academy was a first step," Neron explained as their talk continued. "I believe my brother will be starting a medical school, for those who wish to focus on healing specifically, magical and otherwise. Captain Aristomache has set up her barracks for training. What we could use is more organisation of the hunters, now."
