Love mends even the broken parts
Loren had bundled up for once. Wearing a heavy fur cloak with thick, bulky clothes, he arrived at the designated meeting spot. When he saw that Morgan and Deimos were already there, the healer smiled and nodded at both of them. "Warden. General. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see the usual suspects here."
Turning to the Sword, the Firebrand's smile turned into a grin. "Congratulations, by the way." He saluted the other man.
Then Loren rubbed his hands together. Astra was behind him, and she bleated at the other two members of the small group. "So how're we doing this? Are we each taking a third or what?" He looked between the other two for instructions.
Turning to the Sword, the Firebrand's smile turned into a grin. "Congratulations, by the way." He saluted the other man.
Then Loren rubbed his hands together. Astra was behind him, and she bleated at the other two members of the small group. "So how're we doing this? Are we each taking a third or what?" He looked between the other two for instructions.
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