LOREN
Frowning, he tapped his foot against the floor. ”I would like to understand, though. If you’re willing to explain and be patient with me.” Giving Delphia a faint smile, Loren did his best to try and encourage her to speak.Then, though, his quill scribbled furiously as she spoke. Once she was done, he shook his hand out before looking back over what she'd told him. "On an unimportant note, what are cat sith?" Tapping the uninked end of the quill against the desk, his brow furrowed. "More relevantly, the only location I've heard of that the gods can not easily penetrate is the Spire. Are there other places The Voice has turned into strongholds or otherwise blinded the gods to? And which part of the soul is she hoarding away, and how would that piece be contained against its will?" Again, his quill was poised over the page.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
