the hailstorm
A small frown knitted Neron’s eyebrows together as he considered whether the Voice would be likely to grant magic, and slowly he shook his head. ”I don’t think so,” he said. ”She has her Ascended, but I don’t think she is able to give that kind of power. My advice to you is not to meddle with gods at all if you can help it, especially if you are looking for a curse.” It was a strange thing to want, even if magic would be the outcome.
”There are objects imbued with magic. If you feel as though you need something extra, that is a much safer bet,” he advised; no, no speeches about inner strength from Neron. Why would he? Magic was the key to gaining the most power, in his experience. ”And I wouldn’t say you have to learn to be nice to people... you just need to learn how to lie.” He smirked.
But for all of Neron’s prowess with deceit, he couldn’t lie about the answer to Korbin’s last question, his expression growing somewhat solemn. ”The Voice has the ability to kill me with a snap of her fingers. Our agreement is that she will do so unless she remains the priority. So there is your answer. I can’t be of any use to anyone dead.”
”There are objects imbued with magic. If you feel as though you need something extra, that is a much safer bet,” he advised; no, no speeches about inner strength from Neron. Why would he? Magic was the key to gaining the most power, in his experience. ”And I wouldn’t say you have to learn to be nice to people... you just need to learn how to lie.” He smirked.
But for all of Neron’s prowess with deceit, he couldn’t lie about the answer to Korbin’s last question, his expression growing somewhat solemn. ”The Voice has the ability to kill me with a snap of her fingers. Our agreement is that she will do so unless she remains the priority. So there is your answer. I can’t be of any use to anyone dead.”
