LOREN
Loren, not being an expert in draconology, didn’t really know how to interpret the creature’s actions. Still, seeing as he wasn’t attacked he’d call it a win. When it let out a cry, the librarian gave it a curious look, but whatever questions he might’ve had were soon answered, or at least set aside, when the healer from the meeting appeared. As she had been then, she was dressed in many layers, and there was a quality about her that stirred uneasy instincts in him. His own clothing was still poor and ratty, and he had the cloak he’d taken to wearing everywhere on, though the hood was down.At her question, the Launceleyn nodded. “I hope so. I’m setting up the manor to host people for LongNight, and I was wondering if you could spare some medical supplies.” His words were polite, if a bit stilted; still, seeing as she had been at the same meeting as him, she probably knew most of that already. Hopefully this would be an easy ask, and Loren would be on his, well, not merry way. But on his way, at least.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
