Neron
"You're welcome. Our current Warden used to be a Shield, so you ought to fit in well." Neron grins, leaning casually against the bar now to watch and to listen. If Aisha wants to be coquettish then Neron will happily indulge her - he's an indulging sort of mood, and it isn't every day that the Kraai gets a visitor who isn't a half frostbitten guard grunting at the cold and scratching at his bollocks. What can he say? She makes a very refreshing change.
Raising his eyebrows to hear that she has much more than met Deimos, Neron drums long fingers across the counter and hums under his breath. "From one militia to another, hm? I didn't expect people to move from the Grounds to here. I thought it would be the other way around," he confesses. As for what he thinks of Deimos? The Launceleyn barks out a laugh. "I have never really held a conversation with him. I think I dislike him by default, given the look of the man."
Raising his eyebrows to hear that she has much more than met Deimos, Neron drums long fingers across the counter and hums under his breath. "From one militia to another, hm? I didn't expect people to move from the Grounds to here. I thought it would be the other way around," he confesses. As for what he thinks of Deimos? The Launceleyn barks out a laugh. "I have never really held a conversation with him. I think I dislike him by default, given the look of the man."
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
