Out of the Frying Pan

Neron

you're so cold
put your hand in mine

If they did burn to a crisp, Neron is already dressed in black, so... y'know. The aesthetic is there. But he's not thinking about the burning thing, really, peering up and around the cavern and the melting ice upon the walls, stepping forward to see what lays deeper within the tunnels. The explanation is surprisingly insightful, giving the Hailstorm a better idea of the bigger picture when it comes to the Voice and her operations, and he nods his understanding.

"I see. So this is almost like... field exposure, I suppose you would call it. We provide enough information for her to 'see' this place, and we can construct a portal to get here." It's more than a little impressive, in all honesty.

Having stepped forward further without really noticing, Neron glances back over his shoulder at Sam as he queries the magic in his blood. "The former queen, Rexanna... she called us hybrids," he explains. "Both Abandoned and Ascended. I've always had the ice."

wise men wonder
while strong men die