LOREN
At Sunjata's response, Loren just shrugged. It really didn't matter to him one way or the other if the Hollowed Grounds had multiple training grounds.After all, he found it increasingly unlikely that he'd be making use of them.
The bartender's comment about the offer to talk still standing received a careful nod from the summoner. "Noted." Allowing the pat, the Launceleyn crossed his arms as he watched the other man depart. Once Sunjata was out of sight, Loren turned to the altar.
He stared at it with dull eyes for a long while. Finally he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Safrin. Please accept these offerings. And please...wherever they are, whatever they've done, I hope you are still watching over them." Only then did he turn to leave himself.
-FIN
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
