loren
Listening intently to Jigano’s recounting of his relationship with Deimos, Loren finally shrugged. ”Alright. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m sure we can find a way for you to master your dragon.” He gave the bard a sympathetic and understanding smile.
Sighing, the Launceleyn ran a hand through his hair, but nodded. At the white-haired man’s agreement with Loren’s guess, the corners of his lips quirked up. ”Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel better.” There was a rueful weariness in his voice.
Letting out a huff of laughter, the Launceleyn shook his head. ”If you want a local expert, on magic and everything else, you need to get the demi-gods to join the Loreseekers. Not Ronin, the rest of them. They know more about this world than anyone but the gods, and are much more willing to part with its secrets.” However, he again nodded, this time in agreement.
Glancing at the severely beat up flowers, he smiled. ”I’ll take care of it until we find someone better. For now, I should probably get on with checking the irrigation system, which is what I was planning to do before the flowers sidetracked me. See you around!” Giving a little wave, he turned and trudged towards the ditch that now encircled the Fields.
Sighing, the Launceleyn ran a hand through his hair, but nodded. At the white-haired man’s agreement with Loren’s guess, the corners of his lips quirked up. ”Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel better.” There was a rueful weariness in his voice.
Letting out a huff of laughter, the Launceleyn shook his head. ”If you want a local expert, on magic and everything else, you need to get the demi-gods to join the Loreseekers. Not Ronin, the rest of them. They know more about this world than anyone but the gods, and are much more willing to part with its secrets.” However, he again nodded, this time in agreement.
Glancing at the severely beat up flowers, he smiled. ”I’ll take care of it until we find someone better. For now, I should probably get on with checking the irrigation system, which is what I was planning to do before the flowers sidetracked me. See you around!” Giving a little wave, he turned and trudged towards the ditch that now encircled the Fields.
Never judge a book by its cover.
