loren
”Me neither.” Indeed, Loren was not that strong physically, so he was definitely feeling the strain from all the lifting as well. And he’d had the easy job. As Jigano rotated his arm, the summoner rotated his neck, before a thought occurred to him. He reached for his magic, and a pulse of sky-blue light ran over him, chasing away most of the pains, though not the exhaustion that was settling deep in his bones and muscles; he held up a softly glowing hand. ”I can help with some of that, if you’d like.”
As the bard mentioned taking something from the Temple, the Launceleyn shook his head, then drew upon a different part of his arcane energy. A metal bird, feathers perfect, and colored as the Spark Bird itself was, appeared in his hands. ”Will this do?” It felt better, bringing something he’d made by hand. At the white-haired man’s suggestion that they grab the books tomorrow, Loren nodded. ”That works for me.”
As the bard mentioned taking something from the Temple, the Launceleyn shook his head, then drew upon a different part of his arcane energy. A metal bird, feathers perfect, and colored as the Spark Bird itself was, appeared in his hands. ”Will this do?” It felt better, bringing something he’d made by hand. At the white-haired man’s suggestion that they grab the books tomorrow, Loren nodded. ”That works for me.”
Never judge a book by its cover.
