Jigano started his list, and Loren nodded at the names on it. ”I’ll send you a note if I discover anyone else with it.” Over the next few days, the bard would indeed receive such notes, one confirming that Phoebe was blighted, one with the name Abasi and a question mark next to it, and one with the name Lily and two question marks (she’d looked unwell when the Launceleyn saw her, but that could have been any number of reasons). For now, though, it appeared to be correct to the summoner. ”I think it’s a good idea. More information is usually better in my books. But I’ll defer to what the leaders want. I’ll let you post that, since you are far more familiar with the symptoms than I.” If Ronin and Wessex did indeed approve of the action, that is.
The suggestion that they use summoned animals was well taken, and Loren nodded in response to the white-haired man’s enthusiasm. Then, however, when the other man nodded in a much less friendly manner, the Launceleyn hesitated, any hint of good cheer gone. Apparently it would’ve been better for him to say nothing at all, but there was no way to take the words back. Still, when Jigano finally spoke, it was polite enough, even if the summoner wasn’t sure if luck would be enough in this case. ”I hope so. And I won’t stop trying, no matter what happens.” None of them would, it seemed. If the blight claimed its victims, it wouldn’t be because they had failed to give their best efforts. Loren just had to have faith that it would be enough.
He wasn’t very good at that.
Glancing at the book the bard had given him earlier and then the one the Launceleyn himself had selected, Loren tucked it under one arm. ”I should probably go get to reading this then. And look into those plants. And the doors. And...you know, all of it. Thank you, though, for all your help, and if you need me for any reason I’ll be there.” There didn’t seem to be much left to discuss, and they both had a lot to do. First, though, he should clean up the mess he made here; he started picking up volumes and restacking the shelves. Even if he wasn’t sure if he was still a librarian here, he could still help out. Besides, the simple and familiar task helped steady his nerves. Then, unless Jigano had other business for the summoner, Loren would depart, although not before saying goodbye to the bard.
The suggestion that they use summoned animals was well taken, and Loren nodded in response to the white-haired man’s enthusiasm. Then, however, when the other man nodded in a much less friendly manner, the Launceleyn hesitated, any hint of good cheer gone. Apparently it would’ve been better for him to say nothing at all, but there was no way to take the words back. Still, when Jigano finally spoke, it was polite enough, even if the summoner wasn’t sure if luck would be enough in this case. ”I hope so. And I won’t stop trying, no matter what happens.” None of them would, it seemed. If the blight claimed its victims, it wouldn’t be because they had failed to give their best efforts. Loren just had to have faith that it would be enough.
He wasn’t very good at that.
Glancing at the book the bard had given him earlier and then the one the Launceleyn himself had selected, Loren tucked it under one arm. ”I should probably go get to reading this then. And look into those plants. And the doors. And...you know, all of it. Thank you, though, for all your help, and if you need me for any reason I’ll be there.” There didn’t seem to be much left to discuss, and they both had a lot to do. First, though, he should clean up the mess he made here; he started picking up volumes and restacking the shelves. Even if he wasn’t sure if he was still a librarian here, he could still help out. Besides, the simple and familiar task helped steady his nerves. Then, unless Jigano had other business for the summoner, Loren would depart, although not before saying goodbye to the bard.
