They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Alright, so it was indeed the case that those with life drain could not be healed by magic except for that of the unicorns. Loren did not miss the exchange between Zuriel and Deimos, and the Launceleyn shot the unicorn a grin while the warrior’s head was turned. Something about the taller man begged for seriousness, and seeing as the summoner wasn’t the most chipper person out there, the grin seemed out of place. Still, Zuriel was so majestic that Loren couldn’t help it. ”Ah, alright then! I’ve encountered that before, certainly. As for whether those suffering from life drain can be healed, well, that’s something to test out then, along with the difference between unicorn and our magic. I’m sure Zuriel’s powers are far superior to anything I can muster, but it would be good to confirm.” The Launceleyn inclined his head to the unicorn, just in case.
Seeing as they’d spent pretty much the entire time talking about Deimos’ magic and illusionists—well that and looking in puddles, which Loren was still doing his best to avoid staring at, which was hard given the visions—it seemed only fair that they talk at least a bit about Loren’s skills. Luckily for the other man, the summoner was getting really good at explaining his art. It seemed no one else in the Hollowed Grounds could do what Loren could do, at least not yet. ”Any animal, either real or imagined, whatever I can think of.” That seemed to be as succinct a way of saying it as possible, which hopefully Deimos would enjoy. The other man was stingy with his words.
Seeing as they’d spent pretty much the entire time talking about Deimos’ magic and illusionists—well that and looking in puddles, which Loren was still doing his best to avoid staring at, which was hard given the visions—it seemed only fair that they talk at least a bit about Loren’s skills. Luckily for the other man, the summoner was getting really good at explaining his art. It seemed no one else in the Hollowed Grounds could do what Loren could do, at least not yet. ”Any animal, either real or imagined, whatever I can think of.” That seemed to be as succinct a way of saying it as possible, which hopefully Deimos would enjoy. The other man was stingy with his words.
LOREN
