loren
Jigano’s efforts to cheer Loren up (if that was indeed what the bard was trying to do) fell on deaf ears. ”Or maybe people deserve less credit than they get.” After abandoning everyone he knew for a year, he knew his efforts were too little, too late. ”I was just making up for lost time. And no one I was close to was blighted, or at least, no one I’m close to anymore, so I didn’t have that additional burden.” As for helping with LongNight, the summoner shrugged. ”It’s help or people die. And you’re here.” It was probably much harder for the white-haired man to be here, with the blight lingering in his veins, than it was for the Launceleyn.
It was kind of the bard to worry about the summoner’s past, albeit totally unnecessary. At this point, he’d gone over the painful memories enough times that they just ached, the wounds scarred over instead of raw. It helped that his remaining relatives were harmless: it was hard to worry about children and an adopted son who was scared of his own shadow. ”You can ask me whatever you’d like. Though I might make you answer a few questions of my own in exchange.” That was more than a fair trade. However, when the white-haired man asked who Loren wanted to become, he hesitated and bit his lip. ”I want to survive LongNight.” Nothing else really mattered, not his dreams, or what he might want in his heart of hearts. Which might be why he redoubled his efforts to finish filling in the cracks around the window they were working on before moving on to the next.
It was kind of the bard to worry about the summoner’s past, albeit totally unnecessary. At this point, he’d gone over the painful memories enough times that they just ached, the wounds scarred over instead of raw. It helped that his remaining relatives were harmless: it was hard to worry about children and an adopted son who was scared of his own shadow. ”You can ask me whatever you’d like. Though I might make you answer a few questions of my own in exchange.” That was more than a fair trade. However, when the white-haired man asked who Loren wanted to become, he hesitated and bit his lip. ”I want to survive LongNight.” Nothing else really mattered, not his dreams, or what he might want in his heart of hearts. Which might be why he redoubled his efforts to finish filling in the cracks around the window they were working on before moving on to the next.
Never judge a book by its cover.
