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Jigano could be as optimistic about this development as he liked. However, Loren knew this was a severe oversight, one he could’ve corrected if he’d gotten over himself and just talked to the people. While objectively he knew that the preparations were ultimately laid at the foot of Wessex and Ronin—especially given that the summoner hadn’t been here—the Launceleyn couldn’t help but feel personally responsible for every mistake. So as the bard chuckled, Loren just took the amulet back, a haunted look in his eyes. ”I imagine it might be difficult to focus, in the heat of the moment.” Especially given the horrors he’d been shown, he felt few would keep their cool or their concentration.
As the white-haired man suggested they bring in the meat, the summoner nodded. ”Of course. And thank you, and Rory, for the contribution.” He’d supplied his own vension, but more was always welcome. The recipe was also nice, though Loren knew how to make stew already. Still, Jigano was just trying to be helpful. The Rathskellar was as good as place for it as any, so the Launceleyn just focused on helping the bard transport the food for now.
As the white-haired man suggested they bring in the meat, the summoner nodded. ”Of course. And thank you, and Rory, for the contribution.” He’d supplied his own vension, but more was always welcome. The recipe was also nice, though Loren knew how to make stew already. Still, Jigano was just trying to be helpful. The Rathskellar was as good as place for it as any, so the Launceleyn just focused on helping the bard transport the food for now.
Never judge a book by its cover.
