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Laughing faintly, Loren shrugged. "It's alright." Slipping his hands into his pockets, he went to lean against a cavern wall. "Generations ago, in a different world, my family bound ourselves to the royal family of our land, with blood and magic. We swore an oath, passed down to every magical child of the Launceleyn name, to always obey a member of the royal family and to never harm one of royal blood. Even unintentionally. If we did, the oath would strike us down where we stood." It came out in the practiced cadence of one who had told this story many times. Snorting, he shook his head at Korbin's description of Frey. "Frey is anything but stuck up." Shrugging, the healer gave the hunter a slightly amused look. "I'm too serious for them, and I worry too much about what might be. They're a nature god, mostly of sex and abundance I suppose you'd say, very much focused on the present and on pleasure and I am...well, hardly someone who indulges himself." It was an incomplete picture of the deity and he sighed, annoyed at his own inability to describe them. "But I like that they remind me not to take myself to seriously. That it's okay to have fun and let loose every now and then. Healthy, even." Strange as it was to say, he honestly believed that. Humming thoughtfully, he found himself grinning. "Let me guess. Nobody asked him, and he just came waltzing in here and made serious changes?" It was a familiar tale and he had to chuckle to find himself in this situation once again. LOREN Not quite an open book