loren
A familiar head of dishiveled blonde Jigano would find, though it was more disheveled than usual. Indeed, Loren looked pretty terrible: gaunt frame, dark circles, drab brown clothes. He stood in the center of the infirmary, which wasn't in much better condition. It looked positively ransacked, with feather and poop from ningo, messed up beds, and empty counters where medicines should be.
The newly appointed Grand Healer stood with a notebook in hand. He carefully took down his observations in the shorthand he'd developed long ago. As the bard spoke up, however, the Launceleyn turned to face the white-haired man. "I'm here Jigano." Loren regarded the Sage with a distant and cool expression. "What brings you to Halo?" His voice was as distant as everything else about him.
The newly appointed Grand Healer stood with a notebook in hand. He carefully took down his observations in the shorthand he'd developed long ago. As the bard spoke up, however, the Launceleyn turned to face the white-haired man. "I'm here Jigano." Loren regarded the Sage with a distant and cool expression. "What brings you to Halo?" His voice was as distant as everything else about him.
Never judge a book by its cover.
