whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Well, if Loren had thought burning down the Rathskellar was bad, that was nothing compared to the entire Monster Hunter’s Guild. Indeed, he figured his little arsonist tendencies would go practically unremarked in the face of all the people who’d streamed into the Temple, covered in soot and ash. While others were helping at the front door, the summoner had retreated to take care of any patients.”If there are any wounded, bring them to the Infimary!” If there were injuries among the group, it was probably best to bring them here. It was closer than the Medical College and between his magic and the unicorn horn he currently held in his hand. Once they’d triaged everyone from the Guild, he could seek out those who he was concerned about. However, it seemed that everyone was alive, so his heart wasn’t pounding too hard in his chest. For now, though, it was crowded enough by the front door that he didn't think his presence would be helpful.
what goes, let go
LOREN
