there's light at the edge of the darkness
Oliver seemed as eager to test out his potential skills as he was about everything else. Unfortunately, Loren was too tired to respond in kind. Instead, he just nodded in acknowledgement that the other man would try out knitting and sewing and other cloth-related activities. At the newcomer’s comment about a spare bedroom, the Launceleyn simply gestured that Oliver should follow the summoner, then turned to trudge up the stairs. It didn’t take long to find an empty bedroom: the Manor was huge, and even with all the people in it these days, they still had space. ”All yours.” It had a bed, a dresser with a water basin on it, a night table, and a small desk with a chair. Nothing too fancy, but it was all serviceable. ”There’s a washroom down the hall.” With indoor plumbing, no less, a true luxury. "You can use any of the rooms downstairs, but upstairs is mostly other bedrooms."
At the other man’s comment about summoning, Loren gave him a confused look. ”I’m the only summoner in the Hollowed Grounds, so you’ve only seen what I did in the Temple.” The clothes comment made him frown. ”Do you mean creation?” That was the magic that made man made things, so probably, and there were multiple individuals with the power to create clothing with it. The summoner wasn’t one of them, though he did have his talents. ”Pretty much anything that’s not instantly fatal.” At least, that’s what he assumed: after curing Remi’s blindness, there hadn’t been anything the Launceleyn had encountered that was beyond him. Presumably there were limits, though.
Seeing as they were in the room, the summoner leaned against the wall by the door. If the other man wanted to display his tattoos, here was his chance. However, it could definitely wait if the newcomer wanted to get settled in first.
At the other man’s comment about summoning, Loren gave him a confused look. ”I’m the only summoner in the Hollowed Grounds, so you’ve only seen what I did in the Temple.” The clothes comment made him frown. ”Do you mean creation?” That was the magic that made man made things, so probably, and there were multiple individuals with the power to create clothing with it. The summoner wasn’t one of them, though he did have his talents. ”Pretty much anything that’s not instantly fatal.” At least, that’s what he assumed: after curing Remi’s blindness, there hadn’t been anything the Launceleyn had encountered that was beyond him. Presumably there were limits, though.
Seeing as they were in the room, the summoner leaned against the wall by the door. If the other man wanted to display his tattoos, here was his chance. However, it could definitely wait if the newcomer wanted to get settled in first.
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