The shrine was unlike anything else Tal had seen and he stopped when it came into view to just stand and stare for a little while. It was a pity that Neron's name had to sully such a beautiful place, verdant and sacred. The courier's brow furrowed for them both, neither stoic nor particularly caring who saw the emotions writ plainly on his face: disgust, confusion, and a seething resentment that had a target but no outlet.
"Too bad whatever attacked him didn't finish the job," he growled. Rummaging in his pack produced a pristine white arctic hare pelt and an apple from the Citadel's greenhouse that he set beside the General's gifts. A shiny blue-black beetle carapace with a grinning white death's head marking on the back completed the set and he stepped back to admire their layout.
"Did Noah officially exile him again?" Hope gleamed in pale eyes along with a certain bloodthirstiness that wouldn't have looked out of place on his dragon.
"Too bad whatever attacked him didn't finish the job," he growled. Rummaging in his pack produced a pristine white arctic hare pelt and an apple from the Citadel's greenhouse that he set beside the General's gifts. A shiny blue-black beetle carapace with a grinning white death's head marking on the back completed the set and he stepped back to admire their layout.
"Did Noah officially exile him again?" Hope gleamed in pale eyes along with a certain bloodthirstiness that wouldn't have looked out of place on his dragon.
