LOREN
Yeah, this was bad: Abasi was irrational and paranoid and Loren felt his heart sinking. ”I never said you were an idiot. I think you’re quite bright, actually.” Or at least the other man would be, if he wasn’t afflicted by what increasingly seemed to be the blight. There was a way the summoner could probably be certain, but it would be dangerous and he didn’t want Abasi getting hurt. ”We talked about it, and she came up with a new treatment that we both agreed would work.” That was a straight up lie, but no sign of it appeared on the Launceleyn’s face; he’d been trained in spycraft, so lying wasn’t exactly tough for him. It was telling the truth he struggled with.Loren wasn’t keeping Abasi here, but again, this wasn’t really the other man speaking, or at least the summoner didn’t think it was. ”You’re free to go at any time, Abasi.” Lies, more lies. ”But I thought you felt it was more comfortable here, didn’t you?’ Then Abasi brought up the plan and the Launceleyn held up his hands in a placating gesture. ”The only plan I know of is your treatment plan. You said yourself that you’re not feeling well. I’m just trying to help, I swear.” That, at least, was nothing but the gods’ honest truth.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
