They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Although Loren tried to follow along—and the diagram helped—he found himself unable to fully picture was Sunjata was describing. However, he nodded at the end of the explanation. ”Sounds powerful. And dangerous.” Having seen bows and arrows in action, the summoner figured guns must be even more lethal, even if they seemed to have quite a few moving parts. ”Wait, no magic at all?” As someone who’d been around magic his whole life, more than most, he found that difficult to comprehend. Unfortunately, unlike guns, the other man didn’t seem to have much knowledge of the medicinal arts.
”So it was just a misunderstanding?” Having been through his own fair share of romantic troubles recently (albeit entirely self-inflicted), the Launceleyn was completely sympathetic. However, it sounded as if the situation might have a happy ending. At least for some of the parties: Phoebe was apparently a victim of the fates in this particular case. Maybe that explained her irritable nature as much as the blight did. ”Oh no, I wasn’t, I mean I didn’t…” Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. ”I’m definitely not one to judge.”
As Sunjata went on to explain how it had happened, the Launceleyn listened, making sympathetic noises where appropriate. At the end, the summoner drummed his fingers on the table. ”I don’t think you forgot her. You moved on, in a very understandable way. But it sounds like you’ve been given a second chance.” There seemed to be a lot of those going around these days.
Despite the other man’s reassurances about the bartender, Loren couldn’t help but feel that he’d made something of an enemy of Ezra. Thankfully (recent behavior aside) it wasn’t as if the Launceleyn made a habit of coming down to the Rathskellar. ”I’ll take your word for it.”
”So it was just a misunderstanding?” Having been through his own fair share of romantic troubles recently (albeit entirely self-inflicted), the Launceleyn was completely sympathetic. However, it sounded as if the situation might have a happy ending. At least for some of the parties: Phoebe was apparently a victim of the fates in this particular case. Maybe that explained her irritable nature as much as the blight did. ”Oh no, I wasn’t, I mean I didn’t…” Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. ”I’m definitely not one to judge.”
As Sunjata went on to explain how it had happened, the Launceleyn listened, making sympathetic noises where appropriate. At the end, the summoner drummed his fingers on the table. ”I don’t think you forgot her. You moved on, in a very understandable way. But it sounds like you’ve been given a second chance.” There seemed to be a lot of those going around these days.
Despite the other man’s reassurances about the bartender, Loren couldn’t help but feel that he’d made something of an enemy of Ezra. Thankfully (recent behavior aside) it wasn’t as if the Launceleyn made a habit of coming down to the Rathskellar. ”I’ll take your word for it.”
LOREN
