Neron
"A certified ningo eater." Neron chuckles, reaching across to grab the bottle and pour her another shot, slipping it into her waiting palm and gesturing for her to enjoy. Fun it was guaranteed to be, and the rest of the Kraai is already starting to warm up around them. It's normally around now that one bard or another shows up, and when the drink is flowing and the music is rising, Neron can do little to stop things from getting raucous.
Still, he can't help but raise his eyebrows to hear she is a Deepfrost Shield, of all things, and he gives her a very respectful nod indeed. "Well, you can count on this place to keep you warm and dry when you're done defending Halo for the day. And keeping pretty faces like mine pretty," he assures her. "Have you met with the General then?" he wonders.
Still, he can't help but raise his eyebrows to hear she is a Deepfrost Shield, of all things, and he gives her a very respectful nod indeed. "Well, you can count on this place to keep you warm and dry when you're done defending Halo for the day. And keeping pretty faces like mine pretty," he assures her. "Have you met with the General then?" he wonders.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
