LOREN
Whether or not Loren wanted to find out who was the strongest Launceleyn of them all, he knew it would probably come to that. However, he wasn’t going to go seeking it out before it was necessary. There was enough danger in his life already. ”We’ll see what happens when she returns.” There were a lot of people who suffered under her reign, so neither of them might have much say in the matter.At the mention of other gods, the Launceleyn nodded. ”Ludo. Or Mort. Ludo is Mort’s herald, so most pray to Ludo, though.” He couldn’t suppress the shiver at the thought of Ludo; the god had appeared once to intervene in the summoner’s life (or so he assumed, based on context clues) and that, combined with the stolen memories and tasks the deity had handed out during LongNight were enough to deter Loren from seeking out that particular higher power. That being said, Abasi should probably pray to the gods that called to him the most. Maybe that would make them more likely to answer.
At the mention that he should go, the Launceleyn sighed. It travelled through his whole body, but he released the other man’s hand. ”You’re right.” The summoner couldn’t keep the reluctance from his voice—the floor held no discomfort for him, and laying there, holding hands, had been incredibly pleasant—but Abasi was right. Loren couldn’t afford to spend too much time here. There were other parts of the Temple he’d yet to check out, and if all went well, there’d be time for more of this later.
All probably wouldn’t go well, but responsibility and duty still came first. He gave Abasi one last tender look, before standing, leaving the sheet on the other man. "I'll see you around. And feel free to come find me if you find a private spot." Maybe that was too much, but anything was worth a shot. Then, the Launceleyn left the Rathskellar, not knowing his next visit here would be far less pleasant Astra at his heels.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
