whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
(Takes place before {God Quest} that's the story to tell)Loren was, unsurprisingly, in a bar, at the bar itself. However, what was surprising was that the drink in front of him looked untouched. As was normal for him these days, he looked like shit: though the clothes he wore were fine enough, they were rumpled, his eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles under them, and overall he looked exhausted and wrung out.
Ignoring the rest of the patrons as they came and went, the healer just stared into the depths of his mug. Indeed, he looked more like a statue than a man at the moment. His fingers were white-knuckled where they gripped the mug, and his shoulders were tense.
what goes, let go
LOREN
