neron
Neron isn’t so surprised at the tactful change in subject, but he absolutely notices the smile, giving her one back for her trouble. How to make the place comfortable, though? Letting out a low whistle, the Hailstorm joins her with the search. ”Unfortunately this is mostly for the kitchen - sometimes the bar,” he says slowly, finding a great deal of frozen ningo meat and a keg of ale. ”Booze might warm you up,” he jokes, before continuing to hunt around.
”We could flatten some of these boxes and upturn a couple of the crates,” he suggests. ”Better than sitting on the ground.” He’s kneeling now, trying to peer at the bottom shelves of the store room like they might cough up something good. Like a crowbar to get the door open. ”Any luck your side?”
”We could flatten some of these boxes and upturn a couple of the crates,” he suggests. ”Better than sitting on the ground.” He’s kneeling now, trying to peer at the bottom shelves of the store room like they might cough up something good. Like a crowbar to get the door open. ”Any luck your side?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
