Neron did not partake in the cider or the wine for now, far too occupied with whatever Jigano was telling him about the mine. He listened raptly ("occupied" was not good in any sense) of the word, and whilst he noted down key details in memory, such as direction and any notable landmarks, he would likely send for either a rudimentary sketch of their route, or written details in time. That was of little consequence for now; what mattered was that some of the rumours about Whitebrim had been most definitely confirmed.
"Thank you, for braving those dangers by going down there," he said. "I am sorry you did not find what we were both looking for, but similarly, that is one place that can be crossed off the list. If there was Mageglass down there, I do not like to think what the exiles of Whitebrim might do with it." Wrinkling his nose, Neron let out a soft sigh. "I will place a warning, for any who go out into the Tundra, or those who are travelling from the portal to the Citadel. It is best to advise people in advance."
"Thank you, for braving those dangers by going down there," he said. "I am sorry you did not find what we were both looking for, but similarly, that is one place that can be crossed off the list. If there was Mageglass down there, I do not like to think what the exiles of Whitebrim might do with it." Wrinkling his nose, Neron let out a soft sigh. "I will place a warning, for any who go out into the Tundra, or those who are travelling from the portal to the Citadel. It is best to advise people in advance."
