LOREN
Loren’s already fragile heart broke a little further at Abasi’s request. All the Launceleyn had wanted was to keep those he cared about safe, and that definitely included everyone under his roof. And yet, here was another instance of how the summoner had let people down. Still, there didn’t seem to be anything left to do but agree with the other man. So the summoner nodded, trying to keep the sadness from his face and voice. ”If that’s what you want, then I will. But I promise you will not stay there long.” Surely the gods would intervene soon, cure this unnatural blight. Until then, they’d have to do the best they could. Standing up, Loren gestured for Abasi to take the lead. The summoner didn’t want to force the other man unless it was strictly necessary. But if it came to a fight, the Launceleyn would take down the blighted man and lock him away until it was safe to come out. Even if it killed what little was left of Loren’s soul.
And he was definitely going to go right out and plant this stupid fucking flower.
A beggar's book
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