They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren had obviously heard the call. However, he’d also obviously not been dumb enough to venture outside. Indeed, considering all the warnings about the mental and physical tricks the monsters were able to play—how they could disguise themselves, how they get inside people’s heads—he’d written it off as yet another way for the monsters to lure them into opening the doors and venturing outside. On top of that, he’d been given some pretty explicit instructions and some even more vivid warnings, and he wasn’t going to take any chances, no matter who had left even if it was Wessex.
Once he was sure no one else would slip out (he’d have tried to stop them, but given his currently shaky authority he wasn’t sure if they’d listen, though surely he was in charge now that Wessex had departed) he secured the front doors of the Temple before making his way over to the shells. Taking them to a quiet corner to avoid a panic, he requested to speak to whoever was currently in charge at the Guild. Given that practically all of them seemed to be out at some moment or another, it could’ve been Deimos, or Remi, or Ronin, or even Amalia for all the Launceleyn knew.
This time, he waited patiently, far less drunk and far more willing to actually give a report. Especially now that the queen was gone, he found his newfound confidence sustaining him. If they wanted to bitch and moan about his behavior, well, they knew where he was and apparently had no qualms about coming over here to pick up bodies for the gods only knew what reason.
Once he was sure no one else would slip out (he’d have tried to stop them, but given his currently shaky authority he wasn’t sure if they’d listen, though surely he was in charge now that Wessex had departed) he secured the front doors of the Temple before making his way over to the shells. Taking them to a quiet corner to avoid a panic, he requested to speak to whoever was currently in charge at the Guild. Given that practically all of them seemed to be out at some moment or another, it could’ve been Deimos, or Remi, or Ronin, or even Amalia for all the Launceleyn knew.
This time, he waited patiently, far less drunk and far more willing to actually give a report. Especially now that the queen was gone, he found his newfound confidence sustaining him. If they wanted to bitch and moan about his behavior, well, they knew where he was and apparently had no qualms about coming over here to pick up bodies for the gods only knew what reason.
LOREN
