LOREN
At the sound of the now familiar voice, Loren glanced over from the walls of the Medical College. ”Hi Oliver.” He gave the other man a faint smile. Then the Launceleyn turned his attention back to the stones he was currently washing. Honestly, he didn’t think he needed help: his water magic was making quick work of the mud on the school. Indeed, every time a clump tried to creep its way back up the side of the building, the summoner sent another spurt its way, chasing it back down to the ground. Eventually, even the most stubborn piece of mud learned.However, it was a nice offer, and the summoner didn’t want to discourage Oliver. ”Sure. Why don't you keep it off the areas I’ve cleaned?” That would save Loren quite a bit of effort. With two of them on the job, they could probably finish much more quickly. With that, he went back to blasting mud from the next portion of the wall, trusting the other man to do his part.
A beggar's book
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