loren
Loren's magic answered the woman's question before he could, unfortunately. He froze when she told him to remain where he was and stayed silent as the words dripped from the woman's lips.
Alright, well, he had severely miscalculated, but seeing as they got the tree they needed in the end, he didn’t really care. Other people's fear wasn't really his concern at the moment, and he was well used to it by now. As the woman looked at him with suspicion in her eyes and somehow called the owls to her, the summoner dismissed his luxere. He didn’t really have time, patience, or empathy for anyone who was ignorant of who he was and what he was trying to do. Still, he would try to mend the rift he'd caused. ”We’re sorry to have bothered you.” While his words and his tone was contrite, his eyes narrowed as she retreated into the woods. Apparently he was the only one willing to make an effort here.
Turning his back to her, he concentrated again: all this spell-casting was starting to get to him, but he was already tired of this task and just wanted to complete it as soon as possible. His ogre sprang back into being, and he handed it back the axe. It hacked away at the last remaining connections between the tree and the ground. Then the Launceleyn took the axe back and had his creature start hauling the tree back to the edge of the woods. If Deimos wanted to try a different strategy, however, Loren would defer to the general’s judgment.
Alright, well, he had severely miscalculated, but seeing as they got the tree they needed in the end, he didn’t really care. Other people's fear wasn't really his concern at the moment, and he was well used to it by now. As the woman looked at him with suspicion in her eyes and somehow called the owls to her, the summoner dismissed his luxere. He didn’t really have time, patience, or empathy for anyone who was ignorant of who he was and what he was trying to do. Still, he would try to mend the rift he'd caused. ”We’re sorry to have bothered you.” While his words and his tone was contrite, his eyes narrowed as she retreated into the woods. Apparently he was the only one willing to make an effort here.
Turning his back to her, he concentrated again: all this spell-casting was starting to get to him, but he was already tired of this task and just wanted to complete it as soon as possible. His ogre sprang back into being, and he handed it back the axe. It hacked away at the last remaining connections between the tree and the ground. Then the Launceleyn took the axe back and had his creature start hauling the tree back to the edge of the woods. If Deimos wanted to try a different strategy, however, Loren would defer to the general’s judgment.
Never judge a book by its cover.
