NERON
the hailstorm
Were it as simple as checking the bar and then leaving again, Neron might have done. But his Ascended senses knew something was off even if they didn't quite know what, and that had he and his guard of honour wandering around to search the place. The kitchen, the stock rooms, behind the countertops...
And finally - the cellar. He spotted his twin as a dark shape silhouetted against the light of the doorway. Neron recognised in the healer signs he'd seen a hundred times before, which probably explained why he didn't hesitate to close the distance between them and clap a hand on Loren's shoulder. "It's too cold to be down here," he remarked softly. "Come upstairs. We'll talk."
And finally - the cellar. He spotted his twin as a dark shape silhouetted against the light of the doorway. Neron recognised in the healer signs he'd seen a hundred times before, which probably explained why he didn't hesitate to close the distance between them and clap a hand on Loren's shoulder. "It's too cold to be down here," he remarked softly. "Come upstairs. We'll talk."
