Oh Loren listened, and he snorted as Sunjata pulled away. "Fine. I don't really know why, but your loss." Reaching out with now free hands, the healer plucked up his mug and took a long drink from it. Then he gave the bartender a mocking toast. "Congratulations. You found the one line you wouldn't cross, the one person you wouldn't sleep with." Drinking again, the Launceleyn slammed his mug back onto the bar. "Guess I don't meet your low standards." The taunting and seductive tone had slipped away, leaving something ugly and dark in its place. His fingers grew white-knuckled around the mug and he turned so he didn't have to look at the other man. LOREN Not quite an open book |
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the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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