give me a life time of promises (open)

Despite what Loren might want, he found it impossible to retreat fully from the world. If nothing else, he needed to do enough to keep himself alive. He’d also made promises before everything had fallen apart, and keeping himself busy and keeping his word were both important. Otherwise, he was left alone with his own thoughts. Which was why he found himself in Torchline once again, though this time he’d dressed more sensibly, in a shirt, shorts, and sandals. It didn’t exactly make him look like a native, but at least didn’t make him stick out like a sore thumb. There was a knife on his hip, and he held his staff, which should hopefully deter more attacks even if his still blank expression didn’t. Astra was by his side: she didn’t love the heat, but she did like exploring new places. He didn’t, not anymore, but it was at least something to do. This time, after exiting the portal, he’d gone towards a tall structure in the distance. Given how the Spire dominated everything in the Hollowed Ground, he was a little curious to see what this particular tower was. Just a little. When he got closer, he realized it was a lighthouse, which he supposed made sense. Stopping, he stared up at it, wondering what the steady light at the top was. LOREN Not quite an open book