Neron
Neron does not enjoy being gathered. But the Ascended is far from at his best, especially after his little jaunt out in the snows to find a dragon egg, and he’s relatively easy to corral into the Council Hall by the various guards. He’s addressing them all by name, given that they used to be his guards (and all the names are wrong but whatever), and he shies away from those who have their cups of water.
With flushed cheeks and a glazed look about him, the ex-Warden arrives before Morgan still dressed in his increasingly tattered garb. He’s maybe changed his shirt, maybe not, and either way, his sane self would be horrified to be in such a state.
Were it anyone else, they might have a fight on their hands, but as he finds himself before Morgan he offers her a lopsided and fanged smile. ”I s’pose it’s ‘bout time you served me a drink,” he mumbles, very nearly making mention of the other drinks he’s had from her. They’re lucky today, however, and he reaches for one of the cups to knock it back in one. Easily bribed, is the Hailstorm.
With flushed cheeks and a glazed look about him, the ex-Warden arrives before Morgan still dressed in his increasingly tattered garb. He’s maybe changed his shirt, maybe not, and either way, his sane self would be horrified to be in such a state.
Were it anyone else, they might have a fight on their hands, but as he finds himself before Morgan he offers her a lopsided and fanged smile. ”I s’pose it’s ‘bout time you served me a drink,” he mumbles, very nearly making mention of the other drinks he’s had from her. They’re lucky today, however, and he reaches for one of the cups to knock it back in one. Easily bribed, is the Hailstorm.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
