LOREN
Loren had been charged with preparing the manor for LongNight, and he’d thrown himself into that task with an almost single minded focus. It was selfish, in a way, since it allowed him to ignore all the other problems in his life. There were many of those, and they’d left him devoid of energy and emotion for anything but necessary tasks. However, preparing for the worst, and for the people who’d be staying at the manor was necessary, and even good. There was precious little of goodness in the world these days, and Loren had to make up for all the wrongs he’d done. He’d probably spend his whole life trying to make up for it.Which was why he’d come to the infirmary. Even though the tall warrior woman leader had declared she’d get medical supplies—and even though the tall blonde healer woman had basically picked a fight with said leader woman that had left Loren more than a little reluctant to visit the healer—the Launceleyn knew the manor was still his responsibility. If he could make the warrior woman’s life a little bit easier by picking up the supplies, he would. Besides, he wasn’t sure the healer would give the warrior woman the supplies they needed, not after the display at the meeting.
He just hoped that the healer wasn’t someone he’d hurt or pissed off (or his family had). She hadn’t looked familiar to him, but his memory was fuzzy after his long absence. If she was mad at him, though, he’d take it: it was the least he deserved after putting those he cared about through so much pain. His heartache paled in comparison.
Arriving at the infirmary, he knocked politely and entered. Immediately he was greeted by the sight of a miniature dragon; at that sight, he smiled and got down on one knee. “Hello there.” As a summoner, Loren was always more comfortable around magical beasts than people. “Aren’t you beautiful?” Glancing around as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Loren tried spot someone in the gloom, but couldn’t see anyone from the entrance. “Do you know if the healer is in, little one?” He stood up and took a few more steps into the room.
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