frey
"Well alright then hun." The god all but purred, close enough now that the Launceleyn would feel the warm puffs of air as the god laughed. Leaning forward so that their lips would brush against the folds of Loren's ear as they spoke, Frey gave him his tasks:
"A secrete deep and dark must be revealed to someone who might hate you for it. A proper secret now, don't you go twisting words to try and get out of it. Bring me something fake, thought to be real, and something real, thought to be fake—" This they'd leave up to the summoner's interpretation, puling back with a mysterious smile to indicate that no, they'd not elaborate.
"A secrete deep and dark must be revealed to someone who might hate you for it. A proper secret now, don't you go twisting words to try and get out of it. Bring me something fake, thought to be real, and something real, thought to be fake—" This they'd leave up to the summoner's interpretation, puling back with a mysterious smile to indicate that no, they'd not elaborate.
