LOREN
Loren had pretty much figured out that there was something special about the room, given how long this back and forth with Rexanna had taken. However, hearing that it was enchanted was less than helpful. ”Enchanted to do what?” Somehow, he’d forgotten exactly how they’d gotten onto this topic to begin with, but now that he knew Lily had an enchanted room he wasn’t going to stop asking about it until he figured out exactly what it was and how it worked.Then the conversation moved towards a mystery of another kind, and one of a much more serious nature. ”Well, we have a way to help. Hopefully.” Vi’s Roses were just that, a way to help, though it was basically like specialized praying. Hesitating, the summoner gave the blue-eyed woman a curious look. ”Are you certain that the blight came from The Voice? Did she say something to confirm that? Because everyone I’ve spoken to has just been hypothesizing.” If the goddess herself had spoken, however, Loren would be very interested to know about it. ”That’s fair. How are you feeling about the festivities?” Probably stressed: most people were, going into wedding, not that the Launceleyn had all that much experience with soon-to-be married folks. ”For what it’s worth, I’m always willing to have a conversation.” His voice came out softly and tentatively—and he knew it probably wasn’t strictly true, given his predilections towards shutting people out—but he meant it.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
