The white sheep of the family
”Like I said, I just came here to drink. You’re the one who started the conversation.” Before Loren could snark back at the next comment, the bar positively erupted in violence. Ignoring the approaching attackers, he snagged Remi’s neglected drink as a woman hopped up and rang a gong. The healer downed most of it with one gulp as the barkeep yelled for them to take it outside.
Then he stood up and gathered whatever pieces of glass were nearby with his telekinesis. At the same time, he unsheathed his knife, before turning to stalk towards the exit. He didn't even bother checking to see if the alchemist was following. Instead, the Launceleyn headed a good distance away from the bar, as far as his opponents would let him.
Then he faced them and snarled again.
Then he stood up and gathered whatever pieces of glass were nearby with his telekinesis. At the same time, he unsheathed his knife, before turning to stalk towards the exit. He didn't even bother checking to see if the alchemist was following. Instead, the Launceleyn headed a good distance away from the bar, as far as his opponents would let him.
Then he faced them and snarled again.
Will blood tell
