They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Deimos didn’t respond to Loren’s report. At least not verbally, and given that the shell lacked a verbal component that was tantamount to no reaction at all. Thankfully, the General set a new code; the summoner created his own paper and charcoal and noted it down dutifully. The promotion garnered a smile, though he kept it out of his voice. ”Thank you, sir.” The smile slipped away immediately at the news about Roana. ”Wait, what? You captured Roana? Then she escaped and got killed? And now her boys are at the Guild? How?” The Launceleyn had seen the children with Phoebe.
Although maybe he should’ve mourned the fallen woman, she’d threatened to kill a whole race of people and he didn’t have much sympathy for her. He was mostly just shocked to hear news of her death. Still, no one deserved to die to the monsters, no matter what their sins in life. Not Cera, not Roana, not this Caiside, who the summoner did not know, but would remember.
”Have any of them succeeded in their tasks?” Yes, Loren knew all about the quests from Ludo. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask more than he did, because he was afraid to know if they had failed, and what the consequences of that might be. He was glad that Deimos hadn’t mentioned any deaths other than Roana and Caiside; no one the Launceleyn was close to or cared about had perished, which might’ve made him selfish, but so be it. Unfortunately, they still might. While he tried not to be too scared by that possibility, it was a losing battle.
He’d heard about Rexanna already. ”Sam is the uh...redhead?” The one who’d began this whole mess. Loren filed the name away for later and (assuming those at the Guild hadn’t chewed the other man out already) the summoner would have a few choice words to say. ”Take care of her, please.” If the General said they’d done what they could, the Launceleyn would take Deimos at his word. What little of it there was.
Although maybe he should’ve mourned the fallen woman, she’d threatened to kill a whole race of people and he didn’t have much sympathy for her. He was mostly just shocked to hear news of her death. Still, no one deserved to die to the monsters, no matter what their sins in life. Not Cera, not Roana, not this Caiside, who the summoner did not know, but would remember.
”Have any of them succeeded in their tasks?” Yes, Loren knew all about the quests from Ludo. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask more than he did, because he was afraid to know if they had failed, and what the consequences of that might be. He was glad that Deimos hadn’t mentioned any deaths other than Roana and Caiside; no one the Launceleyn was close to or cared about had perished, which might’ve made him selfish, but so be it. Unfortunately, they still might. While he tried not to be too scared by that possibility, it was a losing battle.
He’d heard about Rexanna already. ”Sam is the uh...redhead?” The one who’d began this whole mess. Loren filed the name away for later and (assuming those at the Guild hadn’t chewed the other man out already) the summoner would have a few choice words to say. ”Take care of her, please.” If the General said they’d done what they could, the Launceleyn would take Deimos at his word. What little of it there was.
LOREN
