LOREN
Sighing, Loren tapped a finger against the bottom book. "I know." He spoke in the barest of whispers. "I shouldn't have pushed you."At Sunjata's observation, the summoner bit his lip. "Yeah. Well...I'm..." His voice trailed off as his eyes grew distant again. Finally, he shook his head. When he looked back at the bartender, the Launceleyn's neutral mask was back in place. "Probably a good idea."
As the other man took the book, Loren let him. Giving a grateful nod to Sunjata when he slid the volume back into place, the summoner resumed their trek through the stacks. "Define alright." Again, his tone was quiet and dulled.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
