neron
Zariah would find none other than the Warden himself, of course. Dressed in his customary black (because nothing could change the habit of a lifetime) and dusted with snow, Neron stepped out of the door up to the viewing platform, having just been up to check in with his guards. On seeing Zariah he couldn't help but falter, even if only slightly - the sight of someone familiar was still a strange one, and he eventually managed a stiff bow and a half smile.
"Good morning," he murmured. "I trust you slept well - I was going to send someone for you in a short while. Are you hungry? I can send someone to fetch you some breakfast, if you'd like."
"Good morning," he murmured. "I trust you slept well - I was going to send someone for you in a short while. Are you hungry? I can send someone to fetch you some breakfast, if you'd like."
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
