neron
”I suppose I will, eventually. But for now I’m just getting to know the place myself. I feel it’s only right that I get to grips with it before I put someone else in charge of keeping it clean.” Taking another sip of wine, Neron sidles out from behind the bar and moves over to the front door of the Kraai, pulling the deadbolt across so that no further patrons could enter.
”Clearly you haven’t been looking hard enough,” he muses back at the Warden, a sly smile on his face before he forces himself back to a neutral expression. Part of him wants to ask whether or not the job he had done as Warden hadn’t been good enough, but honestly, he lets it go after only a moment. He was never meant to lead the Citadel - it had just saved his neck to do so, once upon a time. ”I’m glad,” he says, returning behind the counter. ”This work suits you.”
”Clearly you haven’t been looking hard enough,” he muses back at the Warden, a sly smile on his face before he forces himself back to a neutral expression. Part of him wants to ask whether or not the job he had done as Warden hadn’t been good enough, but honestly, he lets it go after only a moment. He was never meant to lead the Citadel - it had just saved his neck to do so, once upon a time. ”I’m glad,” he says, returning behind the counter. ”This work suits you.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
