WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
”I consider myself corrected,” Neron said with a nod of deference. Indeed, Morgan’s type of magnetism seemed the sort to leave him with a broken arm or a black eye (or whatever the equivalent was for an Ascended), and he resolved not to get involved in it if he could help it. But that was precisely the problem, wasn’t it? Neron wasn’t entirely sure that he could help it, a lot of the time. At least when it came to the Warden. Was it entertaining just to wind her up? Certainly. But there was something else too, something he couldn’t quite find the words for.
Still, to hear that the shrine she had tried so hard not to get him to visit was now back on the card... it seemed convenient. As did his going unescorted, regardless of the reasons. But Neron wasn’t the type to look a gift horse in the mouth (even if it carried a war hammer), and he nodded again. ”Very well. Thank you,” he said, tilting his head back against the chair. ”I suppose I’ll see you this evening then, for the usual? At the Kraai.”
Still, to hear that the shrine she had tried so hard not to get him to visit was now back on the card... it seemed convenient. As did his going unescorted, regardless of the reasons. But Neron wasn’t the type to look a gift horse in the mouth (even if it carried a war hammer), and he nodded again. ”Very well. Thank you,” he said, tilting his head back against the chair. ”I suppose I’ll see you this evening then, for the usual? At the Kraai.”
