LOREN
Again, Loren grinned weakly. ”You’re assuming this is a competition or a game to be won. I thought it was the start of a friendship, but I guess I was mistaken.” The brief moment of banter passed swiftly, however, as Remi recounted his experience with the gods. Well, one god in particular. ”I know.” Right there, though the alchemist couldn’t possibly have known it, the Launceleyn resolved to do everything in his power to bring back the other man’s lost memories. That, along with restoring the alchemist’s eyesight, were the least Loren could do to make up for not being there when the other man needed the summoner most.The smell of tea that had been on the fire and steeped for a little too long filled the air and Loren's eyes darted to the kettle both men had apparently forgotten about. However, Remi—and his enormous wings—were still blocking the path to the stove, so the Launceleyn remained seated, hoping the alchemist would take care of it and give the librarian a bit of a reprieve from all these emotions.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
