there's light at the edge of the darkness
It cost Loren nothing to let Oliver peruse the various wardrobes in the Manor. Indeed, every article of clothing the other man took off the Launceleyn’s hands was one less he needed to worry about storing. As for Oliver’s memory, the summoner was mostly trying to pass time, and figure out if there was anything the other man might be useful at. Homosexuality was allowed, which didn’t exactly narrow down the search. Oliver’s next words sounded promising, though. ”Tattoos of what?” The comment about threads might also lead them to some useful conclusions. ”Did you know what to do with the threads and yarn?” Maybe the other man had been a tailor. Or maybe he'd just knit. Still, that could be helpful.
”I don’t think I’ll have a lot of free time even after LongNight.” Although Oliver was trying to be kind, it wasn’t as if the Launceleyn didn’t have interests and hobbies. He just had far more important priorities—like keeping people alive and helping newcomers settle—than his own self-interest. However, when the other man complimented the Manor, the summoner glanced at it. ”It is.” However, it was also a fortress, and there were too many ghosts for his liking. Oliver would find it the height of luxury however.
”I don’t think I’ll have a lot of free time even after LongNight.” Although Oliver was trying to be kind, it wasn’t as if the Launceleyn didn’t have interests and hobbies. He just had far more important priorities—like keeping people alive and helping newcomers settle—than his own self-interest. However, when the other man complimented the Manor, the summoner glanced at it. ”It is.” However, it was also a fortress, and there were too many ghosts for his liking. Oliver would find it the height of luxury however.
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