LOREN
Actually, that division was not so far off from the truth, but Loren knew better than to say that. ”Hey, I never said I was astute. You just assumed that. You want astute commentary, go talk to, well, literally anyone else.” It shouldn’t be all that surprising that someone who’d been gone for nearly a year had little to say, even if Remi couldn’t remember the summoner.Sighing, he just curled his hands around the mug, ignoring the bite of heat in his fingers. If he actually burned himself, he could always heal the damage, and the pain was only a fraction of the pain he’d experienced over the course of his lifetime. ”Fine. But only because you’ve already told me the Manor has an image problem, and because I can’t stop you, and because I know if I say no, you’re liable to keep coming back until I finally cave.” That last part didn’t sound too bad, actually, not that Loren was ever going to admit that to the other man. Or at least, not for a long time. Loren was supposed to be honest, now, but that wasn't exactly a lie, just a truth that hadn't yet come to pass.
As the alchemist brought up the actual reason behind the visit—and without the Launceleyn having to say anything about the subject at all—the summoner gave Remi a pointed look. ”We? What is this we? I cannot summon a kitten after your totally uncalled for attack, remember? So while I had this grand plan of showing you this awesome creature I stumbled upon that was going to hunt down the keys and the doors, I am simply going to sit back and let you do the work, since casting spells apparently does not tax you.” The Launceleyn sniffed haughtily, though amusement twinkled in his eyes, and he sipped his tea contentedly. It was time for Remi to show off his fancy new magic skills.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
