LOREN
Loren blinked. ”Right.” Clearing his throat more than a bit awkwardly, he glanced away. ”Well, let’s just hope that doesn’t happen for a good long while.” Finding himself unable to meet Delphia’s eyes, the summoner instead doodled in his journal. However, he sighed at her next comment, setting the quill down. "Meddling with leaders and politics, mostly. And not wanting for others to ask for my help first. Maybe your suggestion to be more like Rae will help." He finally managed to look up, smiling faintly.However, it slipped away at her next statement. "A sacrifice? The Fae sacrifice people?" He swallowed, suddenly very glad he'd gotten off as lightly as he had. Then his eyes narrowed. "And if I sacrifice myself, she might grant amnesty? I'm confused, what are you trying to say? How would that possibly work?" He tilted his head, giving the demi-god a quizzical look. Then, though, he closed his eyes. "You just said you wouldn't tell me more." Taking a deep breath, he opened them. "Can you...can you at least say...is it a death sentence?"
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
