loren
Loren swore when there was a close shave with a crystal stalactite? Stalagmite? ”For Frey’s sake…” It was almost literally a close shave, given that he'd just gotten an unexpected haircut. However, they made it through the treacherous cavern without any real issue beyond cosmetic problems. He breathed a sigh of relief.
As they walked, he’d listened carefully to Ingrid’s words about Halo. He couldn’t help but frown at her explanations. He’d known vaguely that there were mage glass and dragons in the Fangs, but it was good to have it confirmed. Chuckling dutifully at Ingrid’s joke, the Launceleyn’s joy slipped away soon enough. ”I can fix your coat if you’d like. If you don’t mind me asking, though what do you know about the ah, great clusterfuck?” He tilted his head and gave the Halo native an appraising look. ”And what do you think about the Warden?” He spoke quietly for fear of attracting the dragons Ingrid had mentioned.
As they reached another fork in the road, he frowned again. Strangely enough, he found just his fingers shifting into claws. Looking down at them with a pleasantly surprised look on his face, he reached out to mark the direction they’d come from. ”I’m worried about taking a group this large down such a narrow passage. I vote straight.” He gave Ingrid an apologetic smile.
As they walked, he’d listened carefully to Ingrid’s words about Halo. He couldn’t help but frown at her explanations. He’d known vaguely that there were mage glass and dragons in the Fangs, but it was good to have it confirmed. Chuckling dutifully at Ingrid’s joke, the Launceleyn’s joy slipped away soon enough. ”I can fix your coat if you’d like. If you don’t mind me asking, though what do you know about the ah, great clusterfuck?” He tilted his head and gave the Halo native an appraising look. ”And what do you think about the Warden?” He spoke quietly for fear of attracting the dragons Ingrid had mentioned.
As they reached another fork in the road, he frowned again. Strangely enough, he found just his fingers shifting into claws. Looking down at them with a pleasantly surprised look on his face, he reached out to mark the direction they’d come from. ”I’m worried about taking a group this large down such a narrow passage. I vote straight.” He gave Ingrid an apologetic smile.
Never judge a book by its cover.
