loren
At Jigano’s appearance, Loren released the squirrel. He sent a pulse of reassurance towards the other man. Don’t worry. It’s me in here. Conscious thought is at the helm. Snarling at the injured squirrel, he backed away from it. And don't worry about the biting. I just had a veritable horde of the squirrels following me, and this seemed the quickest way to get them to back off. Perhaps there was more than a bit of a thrill in the depths of his mind then he cared to admit.
He began to pace in front of the bard, the summoner needing to burn off some excess energy. What brings you to the Labyrinth? Although he knew better than to trigger the white-haired man's instincts, the Launceleyn nevertheless stared at Jigano, Loren's eyes slightly wild.
He began to pace in front of the bard, the summoner needing to burn off some excess energy. What brings you to the Labyrinth? Although he knew better than to trigger the white-haired man's instincts, the Launceleyn nevertheless stared at Jigano, Loren's eyes slightly wild.
Never judge a book by its cover.
