liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
It is either something very good or very bad to bring Neron to the Council Hall. Having been opening up the Kraai for the evening's business, he leaves a couple of the other barhands in charge and heads out, wasting little time to get to Morgan's office. His lips are already parting to ask what has happened when, on the click of a latch, she's blurting it out.
Neron's steely eyes widen a fraction, the Hailstorm sweeping forward to take the offered seat. Good riddance or thank fuck for that or why did it take this long dances on his tongue, but of course that is a terrible way to begin things.
"I see," he says instead, settling back in his seat. "Was this his decision, or yours?" he asks, glancing up at the Warden as if to invite her to explain further.
Neron's steely eyes widen a fraction, the Hailstorm sweeping forward to take the offered seat. Good riddance or thank fuck for that or why did it take this long dances on his tongue, but of course that is a terrible way to begin things.
"I see," he says instead, settling back in his seat. "Was this his decision, or yours?" he asks, glancing up at the Warden as if to invite her to explain further.
Neron
