NERON
the hailstorm
"If you keep pacing like that, you'll wear a trench into the floor," Neron drawls, a fanged grin on his face. Like Amun, he's seated on a nearby rock - one of the 'pews' that makes up the Obsidian Cathedral. Between watching Nate pace and watching the shrine as if it might jump to life at any moment, he can't help but feel a little excited. Neron has never been present for anything like this before - it's interesting to say the least.
Then the Wraith and her companion arrive, and Neron glances over his shoulder at the sound of their entrance. Raising a hand in a greeting, he gets himself on his feet and straightens out his clothes; not that there's much to do for them with the work done to build the shrine just under his belt.
Then the Wraith and her companion arrive, and Neron glances over his shoulder at the sound of their entrance. Raising a hand in a greeting, he gets himself on his feet and straightens out his clothes; not that there's much to do for them with the work done to build the shrine just under his belt.
