LOREN
When Josh sat down and began rattling off questions, Loren blinked. Letting out a huff of laughter, he felt his brow furrow in concentration as he listened to what was clearly a newcomer. Nodding slowly, the healer held up a finger when the other man finished. "The Gods are definitely real. I've met the three heralds and the Voice. I take it they haven't answered your prayers?" The Launceleyn shrugged. "It often takes them a while to show up for new arrivals." Still he gave Josh a sympathetic smile.Drumming a finger on the table, Loren frowned. "What makes you say there's only one religion?" He tilted his head to one side. "Sure, the Gods of this world are real, but everyone worships them in their own way." He shrugged, confusion writ large on his features.
"I have no idea what the fluid is made out of. You should ask Phoebe, the Dean of the Medical College, though, I know she was studying it." Pausing, he sighed. "And no one knows why people are brought here, only that it's the Voice's doing."
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