The white sheep of the family
When he heard blight, the summoner sighed and nodded. ”That too. Lots to choose from.” Again, he couldn't keep the edge from creeping into his voice. As Remi listed the other three, Loren frowned. ”So there’s four of you. And you’re supposed to stand against the Ascended and The Voice? And they didn't tell you how. Nor did they ask you if you wanted this burden.” He pressed his lips together.
Once more, the Launceleyn’s fingers drummed a beat against the wood. Giving the alchemist an almost guilty look, Loren opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. "Sorry." Once more, he bit his lip.
Once more, the Launceleyn’s fingers drummed a beat against the wood. Giving the alchemist an almost guilty look, Loren opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. "Sorry." Once more, he bit his lip.
Will blood tell
