LOREN
Doctor Wren—or Nate, rather—seemed friendly enough, and Loren gave the other man a nod in acknowledgement. Then the professor began speaking and the summoner started scribbling rapidly in his journal, trying to take down every word. If anyone looked, they'd find the notes incomprehensible, written as they were in a shorthand of the Launceleyn's own devising. When Nate paused, Loren glanced up, then looked around the room. Biting his lip, he waited for a brief moment, then tried to catch the other man's eye. If he was successful, the summoner would give an encouraging nod. Then he would bend forward, quill poised over the page once more.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
