neron
”Priestess.” If Neron was cold from his time spent waiting for her to arrive, it didn’t show, the Warden’s steel eyes watching with interest as she went straight to her duties. ”You do not miss a night, do you?” A question that they both knew the answer to, no doubt, but it was polite nonetheless. ”I hear you’ve been having quite the back and forth with the Archmage. Or should I say, lightning bitch.” The amusement in his voice was difficult to hide, so he didn’t try to.
”She has you off doing something, does she not? Spreading word, changing minds, informing the good people of the Citadel about her deeds of daring do?” He hardly blamed her. It was a bloody good idea.
”She has you off doing something, does she not? Spreading word, changing minds, informing the good people of the Citadel about her deeds of daring do?” He hardly blamed her. It was a bloody good idea.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
