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As Abasi continued to, well, not relax, but at least be amenable to Loren’s suggestions he gave the other man a gentle and encouraging smile. ”Great. I think some tea would do us both some good.” As Abasi stood up, Loren went back down the stairs, careful to keep his body turned so that he could keep the other man in the corner of his eye. At his question, though, the Launceleyn paused. ”I think so. But we’re working on a cure, I promise. And in the meantime, please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable.” Hopefully that would be enough to placate Abasi and get the other man to come to the kitchen. All this while, the summoner was acutely aware of the Rose in his pouch: while planting it was still his top priority, he needed to get Abasi squared away first.Or at least out of the way.
A beggar's book
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