loren
They didn’t know enough about the monsters, that was for damn sure, but it wasn’t like they could study them. ”Are they hybrids, then? Of Abandoned or Ascended? Or just Ascended with access to an illusionist? Or something else entirely?” It was frustrating, not knowing, but Loren didn’t think this was an answer anyone but The Voice knew, and he wasn’t going to bring that goddess up in front of someone who’d been blighted, not after Phoebe’s reaction. And given how the summoner had a lot of experience being on the receiving end of emotional manipulation via illusion magic, he could picture it all too well. Best to keep his glasses handy, then.
Ronin’s soultwin wasn’t really the Launceleyn’s concern. ”Should be easy enough to test that.” Just not with him around: as far as he was concerned, he was giving Ronin and Remi a wide berth until one or the other sought the summoner out, preferably the king. Of course, Loren wasn’t holding his breath for that to happen, since in their shoes, he wouldn’t want to see him ever again. At least it sounded as if the Launceleyn was mostly correct in his hypothesis about the unique magics a few people in the Hollowed Grounds seemed to possess. He tried to tamp down the spark of annoyance he felt that he himself didn’t have such abilities. He had more magic than he’d ever imagined he might, and that had to be enough. ”Well, I’ll let you know if I see or hear about anyone else with strange abilities.” At the very least, it would give the summoner something to do that wasn’t painful in any way, shape or form. Although he supposed that depended on how he found out about the abilities and who possessed them.
At Jigano’s suggestion, Loren nodded. ”Sure. That sounds good to me. Feel free to call upon me any time.” The Launceleyn was technically busy, but on some days, it felt like he had all the time in the world. Granted, that was just because he had nothing to fill his hours with but work.
Ronin’s soultwin wasn’t really the Launceleyn’s concern. ”Should be easy enough to test that.” Just not with him around: as far as he was concerned, he was giving Ronin and Remi a wide berth until one or the other sought the summoner out, preferably the king. Of course, Loren wasn’t holding his breath for that to happen, since in their shoes, he wouldn’t want to see him ever again. At least it sounded as if the Launceleyn was mostly correct in his hypothesis about the unique magics a few people in the Hollowed Grounds seemed to possess. He tried to tamp down the spark of annoyance he felt that he himself didn’t have such abilities. He had more magic than he’d ever imagined he might, and that had to be enough. ”Well, I’ll let you know if I see or hear about anyone else with strange abilities.” At the very least, it would give the summoner something to do that wasn’t painful in any way, shape or form. Although he supposed that depended on how he found out about the abilities and who possessed them.
At Jigano’s suggestion, Loren nodded. ”Sure. That sounds good to me. Feel free to call upon me any time.” The Launceleyn was technically busy, but on some days, it felt like he had all the time in the world. Granted, that was just because he had nothing to fill his hours with but work.
Never judge a book by its cover.
