loren
Deimos’ reluctance to do a minor drain on the owls was quite surprising. After all, the general had assured the summoner that the other man was in complete control of his abilities, so it shouldn’t have been too difficult. However, Loren wasn’t really in a position to question Demios, so the Launceleyn just shook his head at the general’s question. ”Can’t do it remotely. So either I try to summon something to subdue them, which isn’t guaranteed to work, and might hurt them in the process or I go ahead and get scratched up and try to get a hand on them and then heal myself and them. Or we go try to find another tree.” Or Demios could do something, like drain them just enough to knock them out, then they could safely relocate them. It was up to the other man, since the Launceleyn had been told he was shit at decision-making.
Never judge a book by its cover.
