LOREN
As Ronin’s words grew more coherent—or at least less actively hostile—and the other man’s feet approached, Loren felt his own thoughts grow a bit hazy with the pain. ”I’m fine. How are you?” As soon as the other man got close enough the summoner would flop a hand over to hopefully touch the king’s foot and send a pulse of healing magic through them both using the little remaining energy Loren had left. He didn’t have enough to treat the worst of the beating he’d just received, but at least the fog in his mind and the pain receded a bit.”Don’t apologize. Not your fault.” The Launceleyn took a deep shuddering breath. ”Dunno how much time we have, soooooo, I’m a dick. I’m sorry for how I acted in our meeting and of course I missed you.” Maybe he wasn’t making complete and coherent sense but that was pretty understandable, and hopefully the relief and happiness in his voice to hear his old friend acting more like himself was clear enough. ”Can I pass along a message to anyone for you?” Presumably there were people Ronin wanted to speak to far more than Loren.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
