LOREN
He shrugged away the thank you, placing the pocketknife back into his palms, thrashing his way out of the hedges, murmuring things under his breath – gods he wanted a drink after this nonsense. Jigano stilled, enough to set the bird-man free, and they were subsequently liberated. He could hear the harpies in the distance, working frantically under his persistence, the sweat dropping from his brow at his magic use. Loren wiped it off on his sleeve, returning to his full height and stature, before inclining towards the paths.
A fork in the road. Jigano would probably have some reason they had to take over the other. This way looks better, Loren. With some high-ass mocking diatribe to go along with it, and he wasn’t in the mood. This way has more grass and therefore we should go there or some other dumb fuck thing he didn’t give a shit about. So, without glancing back at the Sage, at the sharpened bellows behind them, at the feeling of one of the harpies crushed and gone, he went right.
A fork in the road. Jigano would probably have some reason they had to take over the other. This way looks better, Loren. With some high-ass mocking diatribe to go along with it, and he wasn’t in the mood. This way has more grass and therefore we should go there or some other dumb fuck thing he didn’t give a shit about. So, without glancing back at the Sage, at the sharpened bellows behind them, at the feeling of one of the harpies crushed and gone, he went right.
