LOREN
Loren was a living, breathing reminder that the past would not always stay in the past, but given how bewildered Phoebe was by his statements already he figured it was best not to dwell on this topic for too much longer. As she talked about giving him medicine—medicine that he’d already refused—he figured that his time here was at an end. Taking the satchel and placing it on the arm of the chair he was in, he stood up, a blank mask slamming into place. ”As I said, I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary. Besides, I’m not a duke any longer, so I hardly need to worry about good manners now. Thank you for your hospitality.” He fathered up the empty mug and the plate with crumbs on it and turned towards her. ”Where can I clean these?” He was going to wash his dishes and go.A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
