Noctisardor Bypass Heavenly storehouses laden with snow

“Ah, politics, I understand.” He replied, “Well then, I won’t keep you from your work, Gun.” “A pleasure, I’m sure. Now go in peace and stay safe.” He would then see her off, watching as she trekked through the snow and into the distance. Once she’d gone, he’d turned to go back to the den, all the way rolling his new nickname on his tounge quietly to himself; “Johnny-boy… Hm.”