LOREN
It took all of Loren’s willpower to keep a straight face. It helped that he was equally torn between laughing at the absurdity of it all and burying his face in his hands. At the increasingly irate shopkeeper, however, he snapped into action.Turning to Delphia, the Launceleyn smiled his best and most charming smile. ”That’s wonderful, Delphia. But I’m sure Geralt would like to go back to his afterlife now. And I’m sure this nice lady believes you.” He nodded at the old woman, who after a moment, nodded as well.
Still smiling, the summoner turned back to the demi-god. ”Why don’t you go back and help them finish cleaning up the inside. They had run into some trouble last I checked, and they might need your expertise with the mud.” Regardless of whether the daughter of Mort did or not, Loren turned back to the shopkeeper. ”New paints, and I’ll throw in the wood we’re clearing up as well.”
The old woman’s eyes narrowed. ”Deal. But you have to carry the furniture back yourself.”
Knowing he wasn’t going to get a better offer than this at this point, the Launceleyn nodded. Following the shopkeeper, he saw the cans of paint. Using his creation magic, he topped off the primary colors, as well, as the black and the white paint cans, then smiled a bit apologetically. The old woman’s eyes had narrowed suspiciously, and she shook her head at the spells, but a deal was a deal. ”That’s all I can do for now. I can come back to do more later.”
Pursing her lips, the old woman shook her head again. ”No. Just get out of my sight, get the furniture out of here, and bring me the wood you find.” She grumbled something about stupid Outlanders and Abandoned as she walked away. Still, even with that, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he summoned two wolves. They took a chair each with their teeth, while he himself took a table, straining with the weight. And then he went back to the school, hoping it hadn’t dissolved into total chaos in his absence.
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