NERON
the hailstorm
It has been a bit of a busy season, for Neron. Started off with a bump (and grind, heh), but from there things have picked up. Namely finding himself in charge of the Kraai and having to endear himself to the people afresh. This time from the other side of a bar. Still, Neron adapts and takes to it, as any good Launceleyn ought to, and by the time Sunjata arrives he’s been at it for a good few weeks.
The Kraai still looks the same, still with Weaver’s tastes, but there’s a distinct chill and a lack of open flames around the bar area now, giving it a distinctly moody feel. Polishing a glass and dressed entirely in black as is his custom (but this time with his sleeves rolled up, oooh), Neron pins Sunjata with his steel blue gaze as he approach. A smile curls across his lips, baring fangs.
”I did wonder when you would visit.”
The Kraai still looks the same, still with Weaver’s tastes, but there’s a distinct chill and a lack of open flames around the bar area now, giving it a distinctly moody feel. Polishing a glass and dressed entirely in black as is his custom (but this time with his sleeves rolled up, oooh), Neron pins Sunjata with his steel blue gaze as he approach. A smile curls across his lips, baring fangs.
”I did wonder when you would visit.”
