NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
”Good. It means I’m doing my job,” Neron lifts his glass in a lazy toast to the other man - a man whose name he has yet to learn, he realises. ”Neron,” he supplies for himself - any native of Halo doesn’t require the introduction, but this man has already indicated that he ain’t from round ‘ere. Taking another sip from his glass, he’s slow to set it down on the counter after the man with the fox’s smile. Straightening up, he settles into that unnatural stillness of the Ascended, watching the customers flit to and fro.
”I own the place, so I take a break when the people all go home,” he explains. ”That’s how it is right now, at least. Once there are a few others working here, perhaps that will change.” Perhaps he will even have - gasp - a day off once in a while. But for now, he’s here until close. ”Why, do you have time to kill?”
”I own the place, so I take a break when the people all go home,” he explains. ”That’s how it is right now, at least. Once there are a few others working here, perhaps that will change.” Perhaps he will even have - gasp - a day off once in a while. But for now, he’s here until close. ”Why, do you have time to kill?”
