loren
”Edy was also convinced that I’d run off with someone or that I was in a sex cave, so you’ll forgive me for not trusting her judgment. Unless she knew something we didn’t, I won’t believe Zariah isn’t gone for good until I see it with my own eyes.” Preferably with his glasses on: an illusion seemed more likely than anything else at this point. ”That doesn’t mean I won’t prepare for her return. I just won’t go looking for it.” As Jigano spoke his own conviction, Loren just shrugged. ”She won’t want to kill me. At the very least she’d want to keep me around to breed.” And while the summoner didn’t want to kill his cousin, even now—and still thought she might listen to reason, or at least to him—if she forced his hand, he didn’t know what he would do. Probably more than he thought he was capable of. That tended to be how it worked for him.
Haha very funny. That was a rhetorical question if Loren had ever heard one, because of course he didn’t have the blight and they both knew it. The Launceleyn didn’t even bother to respond. However, he did reply to the bard’s comment about Caido's gifts. "What kind of gifts?" It occurred to Loren that he knew pretty much nothing about Jigano. And it seemed that the white-haired man knew pretty much nothing about the Launceleyn. ”Mostly the same. I was primarily a conjuror, which meant I could always summon creatures. I used to have stronger creation magic, and I had a touch of healing, which is a lot stronger now. I have limited telekinesis now too.” It wasn’t impressive, compared to what Remi could do or the greatest Launceleyns were capable of, but Loren had come a long way from being the weak one.
At least magically: as he’d told the bard, the summoner was still weak in all the ways that counted.
Haha very funny. That was a rhetorical question if Loren had ever heard one, because of course he didn’t have the blight and they both knew it. The Launceleyn didn’t even bother to respond. However, he did reply to the bard’s comment about Caido's gifts. "What kind of gifts?" It occurred to Loren that he knew pretty much nothing about Jigano. And it seemed that the white-haired man knew pretty much nothing about the Launceleyn. ”Mostly the same. I was primarily a conjuror, which meant I could always summon creatures. I used to have stronger creation magic, and I had a touch of healing, which is a lot stronger now. I have limited telekinesis now too.” It wasn’t impressive, compared to what Remi could do or the greatest Launceleyns were capable of, but Loren had come a long way from being the weak one.
At least magically: as he’d told the bard, the summoner was still weak in all the ways that counted.
Never judge a book by its cover.
