LOREN
”Look, you can deflect and I can badger you until I annoy you into telling me, or you can skip all that and just tell me. Those are your only two options” Hopefully Loren had amply demonstrated that, when it came to the important things—like Remi’s health and well-being—the summoner could be as stubborn as the alchemist. However, at the other man’s clarification regarding the doors, the Launceleyn’s eyes widened. Then he shook his head. ”I don’t need anything else that allows me to put up barriers between myself and the world. No more escape routes or hiding away for me.” Hopefully Remi would understand and agree with that sentiment: the librarian was finally displaying that honesty the alchemist had wanted. It felt surprisingly good, all things considered.At the mention of Zariah and her policies, Loren snorted. ”Seriously? That’s pretentious and dumb. Besides, just because people are abandoned doesn’t mean they can’t be found. Or find themselves. I’m living proof of that aren’t I?” At least of the summoner was proof of the former. He’d been lost, but he’d come back. However, even Zariah couldn’t keep Loren’s spirits down, not after the way Remi had reacted to the summoner’s half-baked dreams. ”I was thinking of a school. You know, sort of like the one we had back at Northaven? Where I...or, whoever, could train the Abandoned in the use of their gifts. And train them to see them as gifts.” He gave the alchemist a sheepish grin.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
