They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren patted the leg before him. "There you go. All set." There'd been a slightly training accident at the barracks, involving a broken leg. Since his infirmary was mostly emptied and he didn't want the wounded soldier moved, he'd gone there instead of bringing the injured to him. After making sure the bone was set properly, a quick burst of healing magic had solved the issue.
Standing up, he turned and headed out of the building, making his way back towards the Council Hall. Turning a corner, he almost bumped into Aisha. Only a quick hop to the side (and then some windmilling arms to make sure he didn't face plant after skidding on some ice) prevented him from bowling her over.
"Hello again," he greeted her with a chuckle. "Not exactly how I intended to run into you again." Slipping his hands into his pockets, he nodded at the supplies she carried. "Need any help with those?"
Standing up, he turned and headed out of the building, making his way back towards the Council Hall. Turning a corner, he almost bumped into Aisha. Only a quick hop to the side (and then some windmilling arms to make sure he didn't face plant after skidding on some ice) prevented him from bowling her over.
"Hello again," he greeted her with a chuckle. "Not exactly how I intended to run into you again." Slipping his hands into his pockets, he nodded at the supplies she carried. "Need any help with those?"
LOREN
