The white sheep of the family
After seeing the instructions for the greenhouses Loren wanted to construct in Halo, he’d realized he needed more materials than his new home could provide. So, reluctantly, he'd set out for the Hollowed Ground, the Artisan's Guild specifically. Once there, he entered in with a great deal of trepidation.
Cloak draped over one hand, he peered inside, surprised to find the place deserted. He wandered around, then spotted an open door. Checking it, he found a mess of a workshop (one that reminded him so much of another similar sight that his eyes grew haunted and distant for a moment), with a woman at its center.
She wasn't familiar, which was honestly a relief. Clearing his throat to hopefully get her attention, he hovered in the doorway, a blank expression on his face. "Sorry to bother you. I was hoping the Artisan's Guild could help me acquire some supplies." His voice came out evenly, without any real emotion or inflection.
Cloak draped over one hand, he peered inside, surprised to find the place deserted. He wandered around, then spotted an open door. Checking it, he found a mess of a workshop (one that reminded him so much of another similar sight that his eyes grew haunted and distant for a moment), with a woman at its center.
She wasn't familiar, which was honestly a relief. Clearing his throat to hopefully get her attention, he hovered in the doorway, a blank expression on his face. "Sorry to bother you. I was hoping the Artisan's Guild could help me acquire some supplies." His voice came out evenly, without any real emotion or inflection.
Will blood tell
