whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Waiting weirdly patiently (though it was more the patience of a hunter waiting for his prey than anything else) Loren simply gazed at Sunjata. The healer was willing to remain quiet as long as it took for the bartender to explain whatever it was that was on his mind. Thankfully, the Launceleyn didn't have to wait long.However, he found himself frowning as he was left with more questions than answers. "Asked who to go with you?" Letting go of the mug, he leaned forward, an intense expression on his face. "Dragon? Safrin? Sunjata, what are you talking about. What happened?" He sank every ounce of command that he'd ever had into those last two words.
what goes, let go
LOREN
