The white sheep of the family
Taking a sip, Loren chuckled, the sound entirely mirthless. "Ah yes, the bar. The one that got trashed because of your failed marriage." Tilting his head, he gave Sunjata a mocking toast. "And it's all cleaned up and ready to go? And you're so committed you're in another bar during prime bar time when you could be, gee, working?" The words were still sarcastic, and the healer took an almost triumphant swig.
Shrugging as the bartender spoke proudly of his task from Safrin, the Launceleyn traced the rim of his mug with a finger. "Bully for you. Too bad I don't care, since I don't live there anymore and she's not my goddess." Indeed, he sounded downright board with the other man's revelation.
Shrugging as the bartender spoke proudly of his task from Safrin, the Launceleyn traced the rim of his mug with a finger. "Bully for you. Too bad I don't care, since I don't live there anymore and she's not my goddess." Indeed, he sounded downright board with the other man's revelation.
Will blood tell
