loren
Although Loren was troubled and annoyed by what Jigano had said, there was one thing the summoner was incredibly curious about. What in the world is a boggart? He wasn’t particularly worried about the bard’s warning. The Launceleyn simply resolved to blast his way out if absolutely necessary.
In response to the white-haired man’s news about the herb’s preferred environment, Loren simply sighed. ”That’s too bad.” Then, however, he gave Jigano an appraising look. ”Have we tried transplanting the Labyrinth, then? Soil, hedges, and all?” The summoner’s voice wasn’t at all certain, merely voicing an idea.
Nodding along to the bard’s explanation about the uses of the herb, the Launceleyn glanced up at the sky, expression thoughtful. However, he shot the white-haired man a sympathetic look at the mention of the fallen Caiside. ”Oh. I see." Taking a deep shuddering breath, Loren forced himself to continue. "Well, I’m perfectly willing to try curing arthritis, if the blacksmith is willing to be healed by me.” His voice came out quietly and hesitantly.
Waving away Jigano’s self-deprecation, the summoner huffed out a laugh. ”Well. I’m planning to ask Remi for advice, though he gets...understandably upset when I talk to him. Especially about something like this.” Still, he couldn’t help the sorrow from touching his eyes at how poorly he’d screwed that particular relationship up.
Shaking his head, he gave the bard a rueful look. ”I asked Frey for something to protect my mind from tampering. They asked me for a few things before they could help me. The first is kind of personal task, but I can handle it. The last two are something fake that people think is real, and something real that people think is fake.” Loren paused to let that sink in. ”I think illusion magic should suffice for the fake thing. It’s the real thing I’m stumped on.” He shrugged.
In response to the white-haired man’s news about the herb’s preferred environment, Loren simply sighed. ”That’s too bad.” Then, however, he gave Jigano an appraising look. ”Have we tried transplanting the Labyrinth, then? Soil, hedges, and all?” The summoner’s voice wasn’t at all certain, merely voicing an idea.
Nodding along to the bard’s explanation about the uses of the herb, the Launceleyn glanced up at the sky, expression thoughtful. However, he shot the white-haired man a sympathetic look at the mention of the fallen Caiside. ”Oh. I see." Taking a deep shuddering breath, Loren forced himself to continue. "Well, I’m perfectly willing to try curing arthritis, if the blacksmith is willing to be healed by me.” His voice came out quietly and hesitantly.
Waving away Jigano’s self-deprecation, the summoner huffed out a laugh. ”Well. I’m planning to ask Remi for advice, though he gets...understandably upset when I talk to him. Especially about something like this.” Still, he couldn’t help the sorrow from touching his eyes at how poorly he’d screwed that particular relationship up.
Shaking his head, he gave the bard a rueful look. ”I asked Frey for something to protect my mind from tampering. They asked me for a few things before they could help me. The first is kind of personal task, but I can handle it. The last two are something fake that people think is real, and something real that people think is fake.” Loren paused to let that sink in. ”I think illusion magic should suffice for the fake thing. It’s the real thing I’m stumped on.” He shrugged.
Never judge a book by its cover.
