Love mends even the broken parts
Snorting at Deimos' single word response, Loren continued working on the bird he was currently on. His gaze was trained on the Ningo. Slicing the unwanted bits off and tossing them aside, he added it to the first carcass when he was finished butchering it. "That's one word for it." He let out a huff of laughter.
Pausing before continuing on to another bird, he drummed his fingers on the table. Finally, he nodded. "It was. My magic definitely became more effective afterwards." Shrugging, he spread his arms a bit. "Jace is supposedly in charge now, but we haven't had classes in...over a year now." He grimaced.
Then he narrowed his eyes at the General. "Why do you ask? Looking to add magical training to the martial training you already conduct?" The healer grinned at the other man.
Pausing before continuing on to another bird, he drummed his fingers on the table. Finally, he nodded. "It was. My magic definitely became more effective afterwards." Shrugging, he spread his arms a bit. "Jace is supposedly in charge now, but we haven't had classes in...over a year now." He grimaced.
Then he narrowed his eyes at the General. "Why do you ask? Looking to add magical training to the martial training you already conduct?" The healer grinned at the other man.
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