neron
”I shall choose to take that as a compliment,” Neron says with a smirk from over the rim of his wine glass. ”I’ll be sure to hire such a poor soul one day. For now, however, there is no better way to learn a place’s dirty little secrets than by getting your hands dirty yourself.” He winks. As a Launceleyn, a lawyer, a spy and a failed Warden, his hands can hardly be counted as clean in the first place.
He settles in his seat again, surprised to hear her open up about her past, her family life. Finding himself intrigued by the sudden thaw in the Glacier, Morgan will have herself an avid listener on her hands. ”Your mother is a spirit medium?” He raises his eyebrows. ”What does that entail, exactly? You speak as if it’s something you can learn - I presumed that sort of talent was innate. Or are you able to tell the future and have been holding out on me?”
He settles in his seat again, surprised to hear her open up about her past, her family life. Finding himself intrigued by the sudden thaw in the Glacier, Morgan will have herself an avid listener on her hands. ”Your mother is a spirit medium?” He raises his eyebrows. ”What does that entail, exactly? You speak as if it’s something you can learn - I presumed that sort of talent was innate. Or are you able to tell the future and have been holding out on me?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
