Love mends even the broken parts
Although it wasn’t strictly Loren’s responsibility to help out at the Monster Hunter’s Guild—because he wouldn’t be staying there and he wasn’t supposed to be doing the LongNight preparations there—he figured he should go check it out anyway. He might be able to help, and worst case, he might be able to get some ideas for the Temple. So, even though he knew it was probably best for him to steer far clear of the place (given that Ronin and Remi lived there and the Launceleyn's orders from Wessex) he made his way over to the Guild anyway. He was past the point of caring what others might think of him these days.
Once more, Astra was by his side. Unfortunately, she didn’t necessarily trust him to be on his own, not after the incident with Phoebe. That remained true even after his conversation with Remi. While it had ended less antagonistically than it might have, it hadn't exactly ended on an entirely hopeful note, no matter what the alchemist might think. Although the summoner was glad to see her, her glow wasn’t enough to entirely dispel the shadows he seemed to carry in his wake. If anything, it just intensified them. It didn’t help that his gaunt and lean form was wrapped entirely in black form-fitting clothes, a black fur-lined cloak billowing behind him. It made his too pale skin and icy blue eyes stand out more than they usually did.
Stepping inside, the Launceleyn’s gaze swept swiftly across the interior, scanning for any sign of someone he was either avoiding or who might be mad at him. The coast appeared clear, so he walked further in, hood still covering his head. If he could get in and out with no one the wiser, so much the better.
Once more, Astra was by his side. Unfortunately, she didn’t necessarily trust him to be on his own, not after the incident with Phoebe. That remained true even after his conversation with Remi. While it had ended less antagonistically than it might have, it hadn't exactly ended on an entirely hopeful note, no matter what the alchemist might think. Although the summoner was glad to see her, her glow wasn’t enough to entirely dispel the shadows he seemed to carry in his wake. If anything, it just intensified them. It didn’t help that his gaunt and lean form was wrapped entirely in black form-fitting clothes, a black fur-lined cloak billowing behind him. It made his too pale skin and icy blue eyes stand out more than they usually did.
Stepping inside, the Launceleyn’s gaze swept swiftly across the interior, scanning for any sign of someone he was either avoiding or who might be mad at him. The coast appeared clear, so he walked further in, hood still covering his head. If he could get in and out with no one the wiser, so much the better.
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