Love mends even the broken parts
There was absolutely no way Loren was going to or even could respond to Ronin’s statement. While the summoner might’ve argued that while he and Remi had spent a lot of time together, they hadn’t been close, not really, just seeking closure. However, the Launceleyn wouldn’t know how to begin explaining that. So he didn’t. Instead, his eyes just tightened again—with sadness this time—before he schooled his features into a neutral expression. If the king was bitter, all Loren could do was show the other man that the summoner had no intentions beyond keeping people safe.
He could start by telling Ronin about the Temple. As the Launceleyn fell in beside the other man, Loren took a moment to go over everything they'd done in his head before making his report. ”We boarded up the windows and covered them with black cloth or placed furniture in front of them, stuffed all the cracks with snow moss, sealed off all the entrances and exits except for the front door and the outside entrance to the Rathskellar, which is spelled only to open to individuals with heartbeats, and covered the floors in carpets to dampen sound. We also have begun to stockpile food and medical supplies.” That was everything he personally had overseen, though he knew others had been contributing as well.
He could start by telling Ronin about the Temple. As the Launceleyn fell in beside the other man, Loren took a moment to go over everything they'd done in his head before making his report. ”We boarded up the windows and covered them with black cloth or placed furniture in front of them, stuffed all the cracks with snow moss, sealed off all the entrances and exits except for the front door and the outside entrance to the Rathskellar, which is spelled only to open to individuals with heartbeats, and covered the floors in carpets to dampen sound. We also have begun to stockpile food and medical supplies.” That was everything he personally had overseen, though he knew others had been contributing as well.
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