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Loren let out another huff of laughter. ”I’m sure that can be arranged.” Tilting his head, he gave Jigano an appraising look. ”You wanna take my place during Fiat Lux? I’m supposed to have an exhibition match with Deimos, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose.” However, the summoner’s expression softened as the bard explained his difficulties with the dragon shape. ”Well we can’t have that. Let’s get you used to your dragon shape.” There was a great deal of enthusiasm in the Launceleyn’s voice.
As the white-haired man explained what the Wicker Women were, Loren grimaced. "Thanks for the heads up. I'll keep an eye out for them." Then the corners of his lips quirked up. "How do they feel about fire?" Again, there was a great deal of enthusiasm in his tone, but obviously this time it might be more than a bit concerning to Jigano.
As the white-haired man explained what the Wicker Women were, Loren grimaced. "Thanks for the heads up. I'll keep an eye out for them." Then the corners of his lips quirked up. "How do they feel about fire?" Again, there was a great deal of enthusiasm in his tone, but obviously this time it might be more than a bit concerning to Jigano.
Never judge a book by its cover.
