NERON
the hailstorm
It's the sort of silence that speaks of great things, of goddesses appearing and wishes being granted. Except absolutely none of that happens, and Neron finds himself still on one knee praying to absolutely nothing. With a furrowed brow, he rises back to his feet and shrugs to Kiada. "I don't think she wants to talk to us," he says.
Rubbing at the back of his neck, he can't help but assume they have displeased the goddess. "Maybe she is upset that we didn't manage to get the relic," he says. "Come on. I can't drown my sorrows anymore, but I can drown other people's, and watching them is entertainment enough. Care to join me?"
Rubbing at the back of his neck, he can't help but assume they have displeased the goddess. "Maybe she is upset that we didn't manage to get the relic," he says. "Come on. I can't drown my sorrows anymore, but I can drown other people's, and watching them is entertainment enough. Care to join me?"
