LOREN
For a long moment, Loren just stared at Josh. The healer's expression was incredulous. Then he sighed, and rubbed his temples. "Has anyone told you why the Spire might be a bad place to live?" His voice was quiet.Pressing his lips together, his expression grew even more icy. "He died in a fire set by a magical deer in the Greatwood. Happy?" The words came out on a wave of chilly anger. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he looked away sharply from the newcomer.
Drumming his fingers agitatedly on the desk, the Launceleyn refused to look at the other man. "Yes. It feels like sexual pleasure. What else?" It came out quickly, and it was clear that Loren was now trying to speed through this conversation.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
