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Loren let out a huff of laughter. ”I guess that would work. Or I could just blast people with my healing magic.” Waggling his fingers, his eyes twinkled. ”I can run after them shouting ‘let me heal you, damn it!’ We’ll have new recruits in no time.” Smiling briefly, he eventually shrugged. ”We can’t change other people’s preferences. All we can do is make ourselves look as appealing as possible.” His tone was gentle.
Shooting Jigano a confused look, the summoner tilted his head. ”What in the world are ratfolk?” As a stone hit the bard, the Launceleyn sighed. Then he called upon his magic, and a rolling wall of water rose up on each side of them. It would hopefully be enough to deter or deflect any further projectiles.
At the white-haired man’s comment about Abasi, Loren ran a slightly nervous hand through his hair. ”Again, he was blighted, so he wasn’t in the right mindset for learning much during his first seasons here.” Strangely, his tone was equal parts defensive and apologetic. ”I know he is still too set in the ways of his old world. But I also know how difficult it was for him to go from the High Priest of his land to an Abandoned, someone whom the gods don’t even deign to acknowledge.” He gave Jigano a slightly chagrined smile.
Smiling faintly, Loren nodded. ”Certainly lucky, given how...well. Yes, Lucky.” He nodded again at the comment about helping out at the farm, then a third time for the description of the herb. Dismissing the defensive walls, the summoner kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the plant.
Shooting Jigano a confused look, the summoner tilted his head. ”What in the world are ratfolk?” As a stone hit the bard, the Launceleyn sighed. Then he called upon his magic, and a rolling wall of water rose up on each side of them. It would hopefully be enough to deter or deflect any further projectiles.
At the white-haired man’s comment about Abasi, Loren ran a slightly nervous hand through his hair. ”Again, he was blighted, so he wasn’t in the right mindset for learning much during his first seasons here.” Strangely, his tone was equal parts defensive and apologetic. ”I know he is still too set in the ways of his old world. But I also know how difficult it was for him to go from the High Priest of his land to an Abandoned, someone whom the gods don’t even deign to acknowledge.” He gave Jigano a slightly chagrined smile.
Smiling faintly, Loren nodded. ”Certainly lucky, given how...well. Yes, Lucky.” He nodded again at the comment about helping out at the farm, then a third time for the description of the herb. Dismissing the defensive walls, the summoner kept his eyes peeled for any sign of the plant.
Never judge a book by its cover.
