Love mends even the broken parts
Loren had been spending more time than was probably healthy examining the Spire. Partially, it was due to his increasingly frequent trips to Halo, which obviously required him to pass through the dark tower, else he venture out to the former Mathair. However, some of it was simply his tendency to seek out the secluded and less populated areas of the Hollowed Grounds to think. And to escape the horrors of his life.
Regardless of the reason, he was seated in a cross-legged position attempting to meditate when night fell. He stubbornly stayed there, even in the dark. When the voice cried out, though, he cracked his eyes open and rose to his feet. Padding over, he spotted the stranger easily enough. "Yes." The summoner's call was gentle. "Are you lost?"
Regardless of the reason, he was seated in a cross-legged position attempting to meditate when night fell. He stubbornly stayed there, even in the dark. When the voice cried out, though, he cracked his eyes open and rose to his feet. Padding over, he spotted the stranger easily enough. "Yes." The summoner's call was gentle. "Are you lost?"
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