LOREN
Loren immediately shook his head. ”No apology necessary.” The words lacked any real inflection. "You were hurting, and sick. And I shouldn't have been as...shouldn't have poked my nose where it didn't belong." Voice still monotone, he shrugged, then had to juggle the books a bit as the top part of the stack wobbled.At Sunjata's offer, the summoner stared for a few seconds, considering the bartender. Finally, the Launceleyn nodded. He started walking again, making his way through the stacks with the ease of long practice. Stopping at one shelf, he braced the stack against the wood, then slid a book out from the center. Standing on his tiptoes precariously, he tried to return it to the very top of the bookshelf.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
