Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"A fine choice. I think we have some from Torchline that just came in yesterday," Neron says of the whiskey, reaching behind him to take down a bottle and uncork it. Producing a glass, he uses his magic to frost it with ice, before pouring a measure out for Darkeye. "Let me know what you think," he says, sliding the glass across to him and stepping back to put the bottle away.
"As for what else comes along, a lot of the regulars like a little ginger beer with their whiskey. I've got a cook in the kitchens out back these days too, if you're hungry." It's coming along pretty well, if Neron does say so himself. "Have you just moved to the Grounds? Or is this a passing visit?"
"As for what else comes along, a lot of the regulars like a little ginger beer with their whiskey. I've got a cook in the kitchens out back these days too, if you're hungry." It's coming along pretty well, if Neron does say so himself. "Have you just moved to the Grounds? Or is this a passing visit?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
