neron
Oh well this was pleasant, was it not? Neron felt the ice beneath his feet, especially when it began to take him further without his asking it to, and the Warden felt it was actually safest not to argue. So he slid his way, slowly and carefully across the bridge, stepping only when absolutely necessary until he was at the other side with Wessex. "Pretty sure I know what's in those boxes," he remarked with a sigh that didn't frost the air before him.
Still, he nodded for them to go on ahead while he investigated, wanting to see for himself what the people of Whitebrim were really capable of. Besides, with the likes of Wessex and Zariah prowling up ahead, whatever waited around the corner didn't stand a chance.
Neron crosses the bridge and investigates the boxes.
Still, he nodded for them to go on ahead while he investigated, wanting to see for himself what the people of Whitebrim were really capable of. Besides, with the likes of Wessex and Zariah prowling up ahead, whatever waited around the corner didn't stand a chance.
Neron crosses the bridge and investigates the boxes.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
