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It didn't make Neron stumble, but the soon to be ex-Warden did glance around the group, being careful not to look too hard at Loren or Zariah. They stood alone, the Launceleyns, now more than ever. A little shaky at first, with Morgan and Weaver warring between them, but a majority soon became clear. His hands clenched (because he hadn't forgotten Zariah's admission either, but thankfully that wasn't for him to deal with any longer), he nodded to Weaver.
"Then it's done," he said. "Warden Hale, I suppose it's up to you what happens next. Am I to be exiled, kicked to death by your lovely new captain, or thrown in some cell?"
EDIT FOR CLARITY:
Neron has stepped down as Warden, and has named Weaver as his replacement. She is now Warden of the Citadel under the existing cabinet.
"Then it's done," he said. "Warden Hale, I suppose it's up to you what happens next. Am I to be exiled, kicked to death by your lovely new captain, or thrown in some cell?"
EDIT FOR CLARITY:
Neron has stepped down as Warden, and has named Weaver as his replacement. She is now Warden of the Citadel under the existing cabinet.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
