the monsters turned out to be just trees

The white sheep of the family

Loren, obviously, was not privy to the private conversation between Remi and the Fae. All the Launceleyn was focused on was not compounding the problems he’d created here; he knew that tensions were already high between the Fae and those of the Hollowed Grounds, and the last thing he wanted was to make more problems for those he was trying to help. While he was still fully convinced that the Fae were in the wrong here, he was in their lands, and would submit to their judgment. So he walked without saying anything further and without needing to be dragged. At least if he made himself into a model prisoner, maybe the Fae would go easy on him. Probably not, given his luck, but anything was worth a try.

However, as he approached the edge of the pit, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. Seemed that his earlier premonition about plummeting to his death might be true after all. Still, if his death maintained the delicate balance and peace here, then he’d pay that price. However, when they tossed him into the pit, he found himself caught by some force or another, presumably magic, and lowered almost gently to the ground. Turning he would attempt to give the alchemist a reassuring smile and mouth ‘It’s okay.’ This was the summoner’s fault, not the other man’s, and the Launceleyn had certainly stayed in worse conditions that the honestly kind of pleasant pit.

Still, he couldn’t help but harbor a secret hope that someone would get him out of here before too long.

Will blood tell

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