LOREN
Well, that was indeed useful information, but it probably wouldn’t have changed Loren’s reaction. Still, he filed it away for later. ”Alright, that’s good to know. But seeing you disappear into its mouth, then fall to the ground like that…” He trailed off, unable to complete the thought. The truth was, it had filled the Launceleyn with a visceral horror, of knowing he might’ve hurt or killed anyone, let alone Remi.Slowly, he started to calm down, which just left him tired. Tired from his magic, tired of this conversation, tired of dancing around the other man. When the alchemist protested that he didn’t know what type of threat a raccoon could pose, Loren sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. ”I didn’t see a raccoon. I saw a small blurry shape with teeth and claws flying through the air towards me. I didn’t know what to think, so I reacted.” The alchemist seemed to still have his rosy view of the world; while that tracked with the summoner’s memory, he’d forgotten how frustrating it could be at times.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
