I will fight the end
It was true, and Loren should have been expecting this. It could hardly be attributed to gods to show up at someone’s home to find them living there, and it would be a lie to say that Ronin didn’t stiffen a touch as the Launceleyn lowered his hood and revealed himself. Raising his eyebrows at the (quite frankly) bizarre reasoning behind Loren’s being there, Ronin could only shrug. ”On whose behest? I know that Wessex will be looking after the Temple, and a group have already kindly prepared the guildhall for LongNight. I wasn’t aware that the two of us required Launceleyn approval.”
Because he was still king - for now. And even throughout the blight he didn’t recall any major announcement about role changes or promotions. So unless Loren was lying, apparently he just inspected places for fun now. ”Go ahead, I suppose. I just chopped some firewood, and the place has been fortified. You know your way around, I assume.”
Because he was still king - for now. And even throughout the blight he didn’t recall any major announcement about role changes or promotions. So unless Loren was lying, apparently he just inspected places for fun now. ”Go ahead, I suppose. I just chopped some firewood, and the place has been fortified. You know your way around, I assume.”
'til the end is here
