The white sheep of the family
Idly, Loren wondered whether or not he’d known if Bastien was an Outlander. Not important. ”I’ve never been in a world that had anything but a barter system.” The summoner gave the other man an apologetic smile.
It slipped away as the artist spoke. Sighing, the Launceleyn ran a hand through his hair. ”I appreciate your confidence in me, but it’s less a failure of talent than of imagination.” That wasn’t upsetting to Loren, so he smiled at Bastien to hopefully convey that.
As the other man set up a station for himself and the critter, the summoner walked around and continued cleaning up the obvious messes. It was hard to know what was trash and what was art, considering how cluttered the space was. However, he did his best. ”I’ll leave you are your companion to bond.” That was a legitimately good excuse. However, the Launceleyn was also not ready to start drinking again. Giving the artist a nod and the creature a cheerful little wave, Loren turned to go.
It slipped away as the artist spoke. Sighing, the Launceleyn ran a hand through his hair. ”I appreciate your confidence in me, but it’s less a failure of talent than of imagination.” That wasn’t upsetting to Loren, so he smiled at Bastien to hopefully convey that.
As the other man set up a station for himself and the critter, the summoner walked around and continued cleaning up the obvious messes. It was hard to know what was trash and what was art, considering how cluttered the space was. However, he did his best. ”I’ll leave you are your companion to bond.” That was a legitimately good excuse. However, the Launceleyn was also not ready to start drinking again. Giving the artist a nod and the creature a cheerful little wave, Loren turned to go.
Will blood tell
