whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
After speaking with Sunjata, Loren had gone back to his room in the Palace and passed out. However, he'd been unable to forget something the bartender had said. So, when the healer rose before dawn with a pounding headache, he'd found himself throwing on clothes with a singular determination.Then, he'd marched the long road to the Fangs, Astra by his side (giving him worried looks as she often did these days). Heading through the portal, he'd gone to the Hollowed Grounds. And from there he marched in a straight line towards Devas Bakery, a dark expression on his face. By the time he arrived, it was fairly late in the day.
Walking into the building without bothering to knock—and indeed, opening the door with far too much force—he glanced around for
what goes, let go
LOREN