LOREN
Well, that was unexpected. Loren would have expected a healer to have, well, a better bedside manner. Still, she was right, at least about him being rude. He needed to get over his fear of telling people who he was. If they reacted poorly to the news, he’d just have to learn to live with it. “You’re right, I should have introduced myself. I’m sorry.” Taking a deep steadying breath, he clasped his hands behind his back. “I’m Loren Launceleyn.” If she didn’t know his first name, well, he was pretty sure she knew his last. He braced himself for pretty much any reaction.Then the surprises kept coming. Loren blinked, shocked at the straight up denial. “I’m not doing this on behalf of anyone else. I'm just trying to keep people safe." Seeing as he didn’t know the tall blonde warrior, and seeing as she’d been perfectly reasonable, the summoner definitely wasn’t going to call her an Ascended wench. He didn’t even know if she was Ascended! “But everyone agreed with the plan, including Remi who called the meeting to begin with.” Maybe reminding the healer of that would take the edge off whatever grudge she held against the other woman.
However, when it came down to it, Loren really shouldn't have needed to convince her of anything at all. “Are you really going to put people’s lives at risk by refusing to give me supplies?” The note of confusion and incredulity in his voice might not have been the wisest, but he’d never met a healer who would put patients or people at risk. As someone who’d been trained (albeit barely) in the arts, it was anathema to him.
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