liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
It's story time, but nothing can quite prepare Neron for the tale that is about to unravel as Morgan begins. Deimos - the brick wall of a general with about as many emotions as the stones of this building - setting fire to one of Torchline's buildings because of a woman? Neron can't help it - he snorts out a laugh, clearly not believing it but having no choice but to accept what Deimos has said and the decisions Morgan has had to make.
The remarks about the 'spy ring' do make him grin, though, and he tilts his head up at her. "There is," he agrees. "Both in Torchline and in the Kraai. How else does a Spymaster operate?" He shrugs his shoulders to her, having assumed she would have suspected as much. He didn't tell her to give her precisely this kind of plausible deniability.
Sitting forward, his elbows on his knees, he lets out a sigh with a breath he doesn't need. "I think you did the right thing... but I do think you should be wary for any of our buildings being set on fire in the near future, if you catch my drift."
The remarks about the 'spy ring' do make him grin, though, and he tilts his head up at her. "There is," he agrees. "Both in Torchline and in the Kraai. How else does a Spymaster operate?" He shrugs his shoulders to her, having assumed she would have suspected as much. He didn't tell her to give her precisely this kind of plausible deniability.
Sitting forward, his elbows on his knees, he lets out a sigh with a breath he doesn't need. "I think you did the right thing... but I do think you should be wary for any of our buildings being set on fire in the near future, if you catch my drift."
Neron
