loren
Loren grinned sheepishly as Jigano gently reminded the Launceleyn that not everything in the nature of Caido was natural. "Alright, you make a good point. Would've been Frey though. From what I understand from the demi-gods, the heralds were left entirely to their own devices under the barrier, enough so that the gods dispatched their children to record the changes." His tone was appropriately chagrined.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "It was Remi. Don't blame him though, I kinda dragged it out of him." He gave the bard an apologetic look.
Glancing over at the white-haired man, the summoner eventually returned his gaze to the hedges. He did grimace at Jigano's comment about the gods. "Sounds about right. So...what are you going to do? You personally." Loren's words were soft.
For a long while after the bard finished, the Launceleyn was silent. When he finally did speak, he was still quiet. "Any tool can be used for good or ill. That doesn't make the tool good or ill, just the person wielding it." He shrugged, then stared as the hedges actively began shifting around them. When he saw they were trying to block off the path to the right, his brow furrowed.
And a bear appeared to try and tear the way back open, ignoring the thorny branches. If successful, the Launceleyn would follow his bear to the right.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "It was Remi. Don't blame him though, I kinda dragged it out of him." He gave the bard an apologetic look.
Glancing over at the white-haired man, the summoner eventually returned his gaze to the hedges. He did grimace at Jigano's comment about the gods. "Sounds about right. So...what are you going to do? You personally." Loren's words were soft.
For a long while after the bard finished, the Launceleyn was silent. When he finally did speak, he was still quiet. "Any tool can be used for good or ill. That doesn't make the tool good or ill, just the person wielding it." He shrugged, then stared as the hedges actively began shifting around them. When he saw they were trying to block off the path to the right, his brow furrowed.
And a bear appeared to try and tear the way back open, ignoring the thorny branches. If successful, the Launceleyn would follow his bear to the right.
Never judge a book by its cover.
