The white sheep of the family
As Maea recounted exactly what Jigano said—and it did indeed sound like the bard—Loren frowned, forgetting for a moment to keep his face mostly blank. "And have you thought on it?" The words came out more than a bit coldly angry, but hopefully she'd be able to tell the healer was mad at the Sage, not at her.
However, the Launceleyn forced himself to take a deep breath. "Jigano might be your friend, and the leader of the Loreseekers. But he has no right to dictate how you live your life. Only you get to do that." His voice came out in a low pitch, but at least he'd managed to get his anger under control, leaving a more even and flat tone in its place.
However, the Launceleyn forced himself to take a deep breath. "Jigano might be your friend, and the leader of the Loreseekers. But he has no right to dictate how you live your life. Only you get to do that." His voice came out in a low pitch, but at least he'd managed to get his anger under control, leaving a more even and flat tone in its place.
Will blood tell
