The white sheep of the family
Astra obviously appreciated Remi’s efforts, and let out a contented bleat. Loren smiled again at the sight, even more widely than the first time. Then though, his expression turned to one of bemusement. ”Well. I have no illusion magic. I suppose I could juggle again.” Then he let out a huff of laughter. ”Actually, I was coming to ask you about illusion magic.” He followed the other man towards the wagon.
As they walked, the summoner fished out the amulet that the alchemist had made and held it out for the other man. ”Seeing as I would prefer to see you, I guess I’ll just have to bother you while you’re busy. Sorry, though.” The Launceleyn gave the alchemist a sympathetic look. ”Your advice and your help, yes." Loren's tone was certain about that. "I asked Frey for something to protect my mind from being tampered with. In return, they asked me to bring them a few things.” He paused to let that sink in.
Although he was reluctant to tell the alchemist everything, the Launceleyn knew dishonesty would just hurt more in the end. ”First, I’m supposed to tell a secret that might make someone hate me. Second, I need to bring them something fake that people think is real, and finally I need something real that people think is fake.” His tone was more than a bit awkward. ”I can handle the first on my own, obviously. No idea what to do for the last thing, but I was thinking your illusion magic might work for the second one.” Hence the amulet.
As they walked, the summoner fished out the amulet that the alchemist had made and held it out for the other man. ”Seeing as I would prefer to see you, I guess I’ll just have to bother you while you’re busy. Sorry, though.” The Launceleyn gave the alchemist a sympathetic look. ”Your advice and your help, yes." Loren's tone was certain about that. "I asked Frey for something to protect my mind from being tampered with. In return, they asked me to bring them a few things.” He paused to let that sink in.
Although he was reluctant to tell the alchemist everything, the Launceleyn knew dishonesty would just hurt more in the end. ”First, I’m supposed to tell a secret that might make someone hate me. Second, I need to bring them something fake that people think is real, and finally I need something real that people think is fake.” His tone was more than a bit awkward. ”I can handle the first on my own, obviously. No idea what to do for the last thing, but I was thinking your illusion magic might work for the second one.” Hence the amulet.
Will blood tell
