Love mends even the broken parts
The feathers in the alchemist’s hair or the clatter of a book falling to the ground were none of the Launceleyn’s concern. While both would have horrified him not so long ago, now he just felt a curl of quiet and cold satisfaction at the signs of the other man’s obvious distress. Nor did the summoner respond to the almost overwhelming silence that stemmed from Remi. Loren thought they’d done and said more than enough, and it was good to see the alchemist at a loss for words. Maybe the sight of the Launceleyn would teach the other man to keep his mouth shut. All Loren did was walk away, a shadow and nothing more.
However, all calm had been shattered by this development. So as the summoner emerged into the main area of the library, he had the golem dump the scrolls on a nearby table, then dismissed it. Next, he made his way to where he had stowed his cloak, which was as black as the rest of his ensemble. He wrapped it around himself and turned to go. There was nothing left for him here.
However, all calm had been shattered by this development. So as the summoner emerged into the main area of the library, he had the golem dump the scrolls on a nearby table, then dismissed it. Next, he made his way to where he had stowed his cloak, which was as black as the rest of his ensemble. He wrapped it around himself and turned to go. There was nothing left for him here.
loren
