LOREN
Seeing as Loren had already been put through the gauntlet with both Ronin and Remi, the healer’s admonishment barely registered to the summoner. “Yes, I am. And I know, and I agree with you.” He spoke softly, not rising to the bait. After pouring out his emotions to both men and getting his comeuppance, she’d have to do a lot better than that to get a rise out of the Launceleyn. Besides, she couldn’t hardly make him feel worse than the way he treated himself. It was funny, though, how she’d criticized him and then completely failed to introduce herself. "I don't think I caught your name." Honestly, he was impressed he was keeping his temper. Perhaps meeting with the people he was worried most about seeing had restored some semblance of sanity to him.She was right about Loren not needing the supplies at that exact moment. Still, neither of them had that much time to waste. “You’re right, I don’t need them right now. But Deepfrost is just around the corner, and once it starts snowing transporting them will become much more difficult.” He was being as reasonable as he knew how to be. Besides, it’s not like the medicines would go bad. He ignored the comment about the sandwich. Whether or not it was true (it was true, but he’d gotten good at ignoring his own needs), it hardly seemed relevant, and given her animosity he wouldn’t have accepted even if she was offering. She’d probably poison it or something.
For just a moment, Loren was sorely tempted to just forge a note from Ronin. It would be easy, with his knowledge and his magic: the Launceleyn had used to help the other man with paperwork (the ex-captain had been hopeless), and had memorized the now king’s handwriting. However, he didn’t want to get in trouble with the law, or his once friends, so soon after returning. Besides, he was still willing to try the diplomatic approach. “Fine. I’ll go fetch him, or at least a note from him, if that’s what you need.” Ronin might not be happy with Loren, but the other man wouldn’t punish other people because of that. He'd probably be angry at the healer, if anything. However, the summoner paused, searching the woman's eyes. “But I have to ask, what do you think he’d want you to do in this situation?” The answer was clear to Loren, but Ronin had changed, so it was entirely possible the Launceleyn’s memories were inaccurate.
A beggar's book
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