As Remi gave Loren that last chance, the Launceleyn smiled. [say]”Thank you.”[/say] His voice was still quiet, but it carried a world of gratitude. Settling into the chair, the summoner tapped his foot. [say]”Nefarious like killing a bunch of Fae or a scaly guardian?”[/say] Though he tried to keep his voice level, there was a shocking amount of frustration in it. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Loren forced himself to calm down. His foot ceased its movements as he rested his arms on the table and leaned against them.
[say]"I'm sorry that was asked of you."[/say] He bit his lip. [say]”Who are the other three?”[/say] Squinting, he peered at the orb. [say]”Who gave you this? The task and the sphere?”[/say] Sighing, he rubbed his temples again before returning his arms to the desk. [say]”How are you supposed to stop the Ascended?”[/say]
[say]"I'm sorry that was asked of you."[/say] He bit his lip. [say]”Who are the other three?”[/say] Squinting, he peered at the orb. [say]”Who gave you this? The task and the sphere?”[/say] Sighing, he rubbed his temples again before returning his arms to the desk. [say]”How are you supposed to stop the Ascended?”[/say]