LOREN
”For all you know, I actually know how to play well with others.” Loren didn’t, but Remi had no way of proving that one way or another. Well, besides the Launceleyn’s disastrous reunion with Ronin. And the summoner’s behavior at the meeting. And the whole no touching thing. And that wasn’t even getting into the disappearing thing. Okay, maybe the alchemist had plenty of evidence that the librarian wasn’t good with others.At least Loren knew where the mugs were. Released from the other man’s presence, the Launceleyn stood up shakily, walked over to the appropriate cabinet, and pulled out two mugs. They had the family crest on them, which made him grimace, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it, so he just brought them over to where Remi was standing over the kettle. ”I haven’t had it in a while, to be honest, so it’s entirely possible.” The summoner had been subsisting off of water even after his return; tea was not a luxury he’d allowed himself to partake in since, well, Northaven.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
