LOREN
The corner of Loren’s mouth quirked upwards. ”Not other. Duh.” What exactly that made Remi, well, that was for the alchemist to worry about and the Launceleyn to ponder. However, when the other man somehow transformed the mugs, the summoner shook his head. ”Nah, keep it. I’ve been trying to strip all the crests and dark fabrics anyway, but I guess I missed a few.” Giving Remi a slightly sad look, Loren added, ”I thought this place could use some light for once.” However, it was very low on his list of priorities, for obvious reasons.Taking the mug from the other man gingerly, the Launceleyn blew on it a few times before taking a cautious sip. Even though it was too hot, even though they’d let it steep too long, it still was delicious; Loren’s eyes even closed and he let out an extremely pleased sound, almost transported to somewhere else for a moment. But when he opened his eyes, he was still in the almost unfamiliar kitchen with the man the summoner had once known but was now a stranger. It wasn't quite a letdown, but it was a stark reminder of how far he still had to go.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
