LOREN
Loren had left a message with the Fae at the border that he wished to speak to His head was bowed as his eyes skimmed the page below him. Occasionally he would note down something in the journal he'd set to one side. If anyone cared to look, they'd discover it was covered in shorthand about Mort, The Voice, the Ascended, and souls. It barely filled half a page and he sighed, rubbing his temples.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood