neron
”As it rightly shouldn’t be,” Neron said of the beer, knowing well that the people of Snowcloak functioned on the wellsprings of a good brew to keep them warm. A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth at Ingrid’s continued explanations regarding Zariah's escapades, and he nodded dutifully; it was the truth, after all.
”Entertaining though she may be, I did not come to see you explicitly to speak about Zariah,” he said. ”If I may, it is you I’m interested to talk to. I have an offer to make, one that I hope you will consider seriously.”
”Entertaining though she may be, I did not come to see you explicitly to speak about Zariah,” he said. ”If I may, it is you I’m interested to talk to. I have an offer to make, one that I hope you will consider seriously.”
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
