They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren didn’t know why he’d come to the Rathskellar again, given that he didn’t drink and didn’t much like people. But perhaps he still held onto the hope that something of Edy might be lingering in the tavern, and it was true he’d had a good time the other night with Rexanna and maybe, just maybe, that second part about not liking company was becoming less true. After all, people had (mostly) been more welcoming and understanding than he had deserved, given all he’d done and not done. Regardless of the reason, he found his feet wandering down the increasingly familiar path.
As soon as he arrived and his eyes had adjusted, the Launceleyn scanned the interior, hoping to see a familiar and friendly face. It was good that he hadn’t hoped too strongly, as no one was there; that wasn’t too surprising, given how small the overlap between faces familiar and friendly to him was these days. That just meant the summoner would have to settle for familiar and hopefully not actively hostile, so he made his way over to the one person he actually recognized, Sunjata.
”Hey, it’s Sunjata, right? I wanted to thank you again for all your help with the hunt.” Then, Loren ran a nervous hand through his hair. Gods, he really wasn’t good at or comfortable with socializing. ”Mind if I join you?” He nodded at the empty seat next to the other man, which was conveniently near the message the summoner and Rexanna had carved. Seeing it soothed him, somehow, reminded him that he actually might not be hopeless after all. Plus, it made him feel closer to Edy, who'd never once met a social situation she couldn't squeeze her way into somehow.
As soon as he arrived and his eyes had adjusted, the Launceleyn scanned the interior, hoping to see a familiar and friendly face. It was good that he hadn’t hoped too strongly, as no one was there; that wasn’t too surprising, given how small the overlap between faces familiar and friendly to him was these days. That just meant the summoner would have to settle for familiar and hopefully not actively hostile, so he made his way over to the one person he actually recognized, Sunjata.
”Hey, it’s Sunjata, right? I wanted to thank you again for all your help with the hunt.” Then, Loren ran a nervous hand through his hair. Gods, he really wasn’t good at or comfortable with socializing. ”Mind if I join you?” He nodded at the empty seat next to the other man, which was conveniently near the message the summoner and Rexanna had carved. Seeing it soothed him, somehow, reminded him that he actually might not be hopeless after all. Plus, it made him feel closer to Edy, who'd never once met a social situation she couldn't squeeze her way into somehow.
LOREN
