At Sunjata’s comment, Loren raised his chin almost challengingly. [say]”Well, you should probably figure out how to have an open conversation with Phoebe. And you really think you can talk to me about anything?”[/say] His tone was low, and held more than a bit of an edge in it.
Walking ahead of the bartender, the summoner’s grip on his books tightened as his shoulders tensed. [say]”Are we? Are we stuck here? What does the best even look like?”[/say] The hints of anger had bled away, leaving exhaustion and despair in their place.
Finally, the other man forced the Launceleyn to face him. For a long moment, he was silent. Then he set the last book into place and sighed. [say]”Fine. I’ll make the offerings. But that’s it.”[/say] There was nothing but a weary resignation in his voice.
Walking ahead of the bartender, the summoner’s grip on his books tightened as his shoulders tensed. [say]”Are we? Are we stuck here? What does the best even look like?”[/say] The hints of anger had bled away, leaving exhaustion and despair in their place.
Finally, the other man forced the Launceleyn to face him. For a long moment, he was silent. Then he set the last book into place and sighed. [say]”Fine. I’ll make the offerings. But that’s it.”[/say] There was nothing but a weary resignation in his voice.
