there's light at the edge of the darkness
It wasn’t surprising that Oliver got the impression that Loren was not in the best of moods, because he wasn’t in the best of moods. However, he was almost always in a bad mood for one reason or another; today, though, he was just doing a poorer job hiding it than usual because he was getting sick and tired of everyone’s judgment. When the other man spoke, though, the Launceleyn responded easily enough, even if his voice came out in a dull monotone. ”You’re welcome.” The summoner wasn’t going to leave a newcomer out in the snow and the cold, not when he had beds to spare.
There was always more work to do, assuming Oliver’s offer was genuine. Again, Loren's voice came out devoid of all emotion. ”We need people to sing to the luxere herds. They’re deer with magical glowing antlers that repel the monsters during LongNight. They like hay and apples and people with light magic and those who’ve never killed.” Luckily for the Launceleyn, he fit all those criteria. Normally he’d have sugarcoated the explanation, but he was very tired and they didn’t have a lot of time to spare on making people comfortable. Their safety came first.
There was always more work to do, assuming Oliver’s offer was genuine. Again, Loren's voice came out devoid of all emotion. ”We need people to sing to the luxere herds. They’re deer with magical glowing antlers that repel the monsters during LongNight. They like hay and apples and people with light magic and those who’ve never killed.” Luckily for the Launceleyn, he fit all those criteria. Normally he’d have sugarcoated the explanation, but he was very tired and they didn’t have a lot of time to spare on making people comfortable. Their safety came first.
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