the hailstorm
The night was Neron's friend - now more than ever. The Warden, perhaps taking advice from those he had met from around the Citadel, was doing his part to be more present in town. Granted that was difficult when the sun liked to try and set him on fire these days, but he could certainly do his best to be approachable once it went down. And as the lanterns were lit and the people shut down their stalls and drew inside for the evening, he walked with the intention of finding somewhere pleasant to go. The Kraai, perhaps.
On the way past, he spotted someone seated upon a bench, just as a lamp flickered on above him. Raising an eyebrow, Neron paused and nodded politely to the stranger. "Brave of you, to take a break as the cold starts to draw in. I hope the evening finds you warmer than right now."
On the way past, he spotted someone seated upon a bench, just as a lamp flickered on above him. Raising an eyebrow, Neron paused and nodded politely to the stranger. "Brave of you, to take a break as the cold starts to draw in. I hope the evening finds you warmer than right now."
