LOREN
It had been far too long since Loren had visited the Hollowed Ground. His last trip had been interrupted, obviously, but he still planned to check in. Although his memories of Flowerbirth in the region still gave him nightmares, hopefully a quick trip wouldn't be too hard on his fragile psyche.He'd spent all day running errands, and his bag, formerly full of medicines, was full of goods that were hard to come by in Halo. Although night had fallen, he wasn't afraid of making the trek back to the Citadel at this late hour. Astra padded beside him, giving him furtive and worried looks, especially his right side, which was horribly scarred.
Ignoring her concern, he pushed his way through the nearly empty market. As he passed Sam's bookshop, the healer frowned, seeing the hooded figure there. The Firebrand's (a title he wasn't sure he liked and was still coming to terms with) steps slowed for a moment. Then he just shrugged, then coughed slightly to let the figure know he wasn't alone.
The Hollowed Ground and Sam were no longer Loren's responsibility, and he couldn't bring himself to care too much about a place he'd left behind long ago and that had never been home to begin with.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
