loren
Loren had a house, but not a home. His family was small and ragged as well, but what remained distrusted him (for good reason) and probably thought it would’ve been better for him not to return at all. As for hope and a future, well, all his dreams had crumbled into dust lately. Still, he knew that voicing any of that would just prompt further questions and sympathy from Jigano, and the Launceleyn didn’t want any of that. ”That sounds nice.” His tone was inscrutable: while it did indeed sound nice, it was also so far beyond him that he just felt empty and dull at the thought of it.
The offer from the bard to provide what information he knew about the magics of Caido was unexpected and yes, welcome. ”Thank you. I’d appreciate that.” Once upon a very brief time, not so long ago, the summoner had thought about opening up a school to teach magic or whatever else he could. While those dreams had faded with the rest, he still knew that educating himself could prove useful down the line. At the very least, it would help prepare him to face Zariah if she did indeed return.
The offer from the bard to provide what information he knew about the magics of Caido was unexpected and yes, welcome. ”Thank you. I’d appreciate that.” Once upon a very brief time, not so long ago, the summoner had thought about opening up a school to teach magic or whatever else he could. While those dreams had faded with the rest, he still knew that educating himself could prove useful down the line. At the very least, it would help prepare him to face Zariah if she did indeed return.
Never judge a book by its cover.
