the hailstorm
”Maybe - maybe not. How’s my track record so far?” Neron smirked, running a hand through his fair hair and sitting up again. ”I might well be one of the most destructive; in decision if not in action, at least. But you aren’t the only one trying to learn to cope in a world that is suddenly very different.” From Warden to... well, bartender apparently. It was a bit of a career sidestep. ”Change is inevitable but stability is important. I did my best to bring that kind of stability to Halo up until the Eirachi situation came to a head.”
And now they needed to get stable all over again. No wonder Korbin was a mess - so was the whole Citadel. ”Well, so long as you aren’t too drunk to run the place. There’s going to be a lot of people looking to the Kraai as a sanctuary. Best we act like it is.”
But the boy was tired, and hurt, and still half-cut. Neron rose to his feet, gesturing to the bed. ”You should try and sleep it off for a bit,” he suggested. ”As your new employee I would say it is in your best interests.”
And now they needed to get stable all over again. No wonder Korbin was a mess - so was the whole Citadel. ”Well, so long as you aren’t too drunk to run the place. There’s going to be a lot of people looking to the Kraai as a sanctuary. Best we act like it is.”
But the boy was tired, and hurt, and still half-cut. Neron rose to his feet, gesturing to the bed. ”You should try and sleep it off for a bit,” he suggested. ”As your new employee I would say it is in your best interests.”
