the hailstorm
Neron had to raise an eyebrow at that - no one native to Halo would believe that the cold simply 'didn't matter' after a certain point. And as the stranger before him stood and confessed to still learning his way around, it clicked into place somewhat at least. "Be careful," he cautioned, "Deepfrost is nearly on top of us, and the cold will make this look like the tropics." Smirking, he nodded and beckoned for the other man to follow. "The Kraai is a place you'll want to become well aquainted with, if you want good food and a place to keep warm," he said, beginning to set off into Snowcloak.
"I'm Neron," he introduced, taking a leaf from Weaver's book about showing his face more. "Where are you from originally? A refugee from the Hollowed Ground?" It was a guess, but many of the citizens would be flooding in soon enough.
"I'm Neron," he introduced, taking a leaf from Weaver's book about showing his face more. "Where are you from originally? A refugee from the Hollowed Ground?" It was a guess, but many of the citizens would be flooding in soon enough.
