NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Well, we have a few refugees from the Hollowed Grounds coming here for Deepfrost. Apparently, Longnight there is dangerous enough for them to consider Halo as preferable. Maybe they'll like it enough to stay." Neron shrugged his shoulders. Unlikely given the events so far in Deepfrost, but lol that's the power of foresight.
His smile was crooked as the conversation turned to the future; of the Kraai, of Weaver's role in Halo, of it all. "I do, as it happens," he said. "Smell and taste were near enough annihilated, but there are perks in other areas I suppose." Neron had a lot to learn when it came to those perks, but there was time for that.
As for the job? "I suppose you'd be a mistress of spies, since my last master perished," he murmured. "Call it whatever you want, though - the job is the same."
His smile was crooked as the conversation turned to the future; of the Kraai, of Weaver's role in Halo, of it all. "I do, as it happens," he said. "Smell and taste were near enough annihilated, but there are perks in other areas I suppose." Neron had a lot to learn when it came to those perks, but there was time for that.
As for the job? "I suppose you'd be a mistress of spies, since my last master perished," he murmured. "Call it whatever you want, though - the job is the same."
