LOREN
"Mmmmm." Loren hummed a noncommittal sound, though he was clearly amused by something. "So what I'm hearing is you drifted from one thing to another until your sister hooked you up with a job." Narrowing his eyes, he gave Korbin an almost smug look. "That's alright. Nothing wrong with helping family out." Indeed, the healer legitimately didn't judge the other man for that.
Nodding at Korbin's statement, the Launceleyn just shrugged off his pack, not rising to the other man's jibes. Rummaging inside, he pulled out three smaller pouches. Inside each was a small medical kit: bandages, a needle and thick thread, and some medicines, disinfectants and something for the pain. Loren held them out for Korbin. "It's true. Here. One for you, one for your sister, and one for the bar."
Then the healer jerked his head at the hunters who had greeted the other man. "And feel free to let your friends know there's more where these came from. They just need to stop by the infirmary."
Nodding at Korbin's statement, the Launceleyn just shrugged off his pack, not rising to the other man's jibes. Rummaging inside, he pulled out three smaller pouches. Inside each was a small medical kit: bandages, a needle and thick thread, and some medicines, disinfectants and something for the pain. Loren held them out for Korbin. "It's true. Here. One for you, one for your sister, and one for the bar."
Then the healer jerked his head at the hunters who had greeted the other man. "And feel free to let your friends know there's more where these came from. They just need to stop by the infirmary."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
