the hailstorm
He could get to like Chulane, he thought as they headed into the Kraai - though whether that was because he was useful or because Neron genuinely enjoyed his company remained to be seen. "Loren is my twin," he said of the healer's college. "And a very good medic, if I do say so myself. You'll have no finer teacher, and if you want to put those skills to use on the animals around the Citadel, that's a noble cause. As you've probably noticed, we don't have much by the way of farms or general wildlife." He chuckled.
Sinking down onto a barstool, Neron didn't bother to order anything, and he made sure to shy away from the firelight that warmed the air. "It can be impossible," he said frankly of running the Citadel, a catlike smile curling across his lips. "But yes, I think I do enjoy it. It definitely has its moments, though." The cannibals, the culture, the cold... yeah.
Sinking down onto a barstool, Neron didn't bother to order anything, and he made sure to shy away from the firelight that warmed the air. "It can be impossible," he said frankly of running the Citadel, a catlike smile curling across his lips. "But yes, I think I do enjoy it. It definitely has its moments, though." The cannibals, the culture, the cold... yeah.
