LOREN
Finally, she relents, at least a little bit, and consents to let him smile. If Loren hadn’t been seriously depressed, he might’ve smiled at Phoebe’s words; as it stood, he just nodded gratefully. ” Yes ma’am.” Then his eyes drifted over to the dragon, whose name was apparently pim. ”I would never cross Pim like that.” He placed his hand over his heart as if making a solemn oath. Hopefully both the dragon and the woman will appreciate that.The Launceleyn listens to the healer with the most sympathetic ear her can muster. To his surprise, it was easy, a whole lot easier than speaking had been. When she explained the problems to him, he was silent for a brief moment. ”What’s the missing connection? And what conditions are those.” Then he took a deep breath, and extends an offer he knew he might come to regret. ”I can go in there if you think it’s worth the risk.” Curing the blight took precedence over everything else, it seemed, given the scope of who and what it threatened. His own life paled in comparison to that. But he’d only chance it if he knew it really was worth it.
Well, her dislike of the Ascended was clear enough, though at least she’d spoken to one and not just been blinded by her prejudice. As he ignored her glares and put on his shirt, he wondered whether pressing her further on the point would yield anything but more anger. She hadn’t kicked him out, yet, or forced him to seek out Ronin, so Loren decided to test his luck. ”I’m sorry to hear that. But didn’t you say you were missing a connection? So, even if logic is not necessarily on their side, what about the information you have? What does it actually tell you?” If he’d known the words for science and data and experimentation, he’d have used them, but this was a sphere he was fairly ignorant in, despite his limited medical training. No, his knowledge lay more in the realm of the arcane and of lore than in the body and the real world.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
