LOREN
As Loren entered, he saw an unfamiliar man by the door. Grinning, the Launceleyn held out his hand. "Hello there. You must be Doctor Wren. I'm Loren." Then the corner of his lips quirked up. "Or your only official student, whichever you prefer." His voice was friendly enough, as was his expression. Then the summoner proceeded into the room cautiously, eyes peeled for any sign of Phoebe. When Loren saw the Dean, he hesitated, before offering a tentative smile. However, his eyes quickly pegged the other people in the room, and he bit his lip. Shaking his head, the summoner smiled at the triplets. Then the Launceleyn made his way to the center of the room and settled at one of the many empty desks. He pulled out his journal, ink, and a quill and settled in for the lesson.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
