They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren still wasn’t convinced that Deimos was right about this. ”There are methods other than shows of force to inspire loyalty and trust.” That might not have been exactly what the other man meant, and it was probably strange to hear that sentiment from a Launceleyn, but he felt it needed to be said. At least they were in agreement that LongNight was their first and top priority, so the summoner just nodded. ”I concur.” That much was obvious at least, even if nothing else was.
Again, Loren nodded, though idly he wondered if he should salute; Deimos was, after all, a general now, though he had only one real subordinate, since Wessex probably didn’t really figure into the normal chain of command. ”I’ll take care of it.” He’d already been making preparations, so it’d be easy enough to continue. Considering that he wasn’t particularly familiar with either the Rathskellar or the Artisan’s Guild, he couldn’t really weigh in on those options. ”You should probably consult with Wessex. Or maybe all three of us should get together, compare notes. She seemed reluctant to have people stay in the temple a second year in a row, given how ineffective it proved last year.” It seemed only fair that the summoner give Deimos that warning.
It felt wrong to be discussing their friends and loved ones this way. But the way the blight took them over, if it got worse (or when, given their luck), they’d need plans in place. ”I can probably incapacitate them as well. Finding them all might be a problem, though, since no one seems to know exactly how many there are.” It was an issue of diffuse responsibility and of no one wanting to advertise the blight. Loren would’ve probably done everything quite differently if he were in charge, but it was probably good that he wasn’t.
Again, Loren nodded, though idly he wondered if he should salute; Deimos was, after all, a general now, though he had only one real subordinate, since Wessex probably didn’t really figure into the normal chain of command. ”I’ll take care of it.” He’d already been making preparations, so it’d be easy enough to continue. Considering that he wasn’t particularly familiar with either the Rathskellar or the Artisan’s Guild, he couldn’t really weigh in on those options. ”You should probably consult with Wessex. Or maybe all three of us should get together, compare notes. She seemed reluctant to have people stay in the temple a second year in a row, given how ineffective it proved last year.” It seemed only fair that the summoner give Deimos that warning.
It felt wrong to be discussing their friends and loved ones this way. But the way the blight took them over, if it got worse (or when, given their luck), they’d need plans in place. ”I can probably incapacitate them as well. Finding them all might be a problem, though, since no one seems to know exactly how many there are.” It was an issue of diffuse responsibility and of no one wanting to advertise the blight. Loren would’ve probably done everything quite differently if he were in charge, but it was probably good that he wasn’t.
LOREN
