LOREN
"Not many do," Loren responded, half under his breath. Shooting Sam a quick glance, the healer shrugged. "I used to be a spy. Not a very good one, but you pick up a few things." There was not a hint of shame in his voice.Listening to the mapmaker's words, the Firebrand nodded slowly. "I'm sorry to hear that. Why'd you leave the Voice's care and what did you, Amalia, Deimos, and Evie fight about?" His tone and expression were both sympathetic.
Looking at the arms that the other man held out, Loren was confused. Then understanding dawned. Letting out a huff of laughter, he made his way over to Sam and accepted the hug. "Thank you." The healer's arms tightened around the mapmaker and for a moment the Firebrand just held the other man.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
