LOREN
Well, the way in which she mocked Loren wasn’t exactly encouraging. Still, he soon had much bigger problems to worry about: a speck of black appeared on the woman’s nose. Loren felt his own blood drain from his face and behind him Astra made a worried noise. As he watched, the woman’s transfigured blood continued to ooze out of her nose. Apparently, this woman had the blight, which, well, explained all her behavior. And also meant Loren might be in danger.Immediately, he made earplugs to block out all noise; while he was depriving himself of one sense, it was necessary. As far as he could tell, there was no reasoning with those afflicted with the blight, not anymore, at least not around the Rose’s. And his need to protect the precious plant on his belt far outweighed any worry he might’ve had for the red-haired woman hanging upside down from a branch. ”Please go.” However, he knew she’d be more persistent than that, so Loren backed away slowly, making sure to put the trunk between them as quickly as possible.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
