LOREN
As Sunjata offered his help, Loren just stared at the bartender. Finally, the summoner pushed past him, heading back down the stack they’d just passed through. ”Peter left. You and Phoebe have each other. And frankly, I’m not so sure about that.” Pausing he turned to glare at the other man. ”People seem to move on really quickly around here.” With that, the Launceleyn spun on his heel and stalked around a corner.However, he halted in his tracks at Sunjata’s next comment. Loren didn’t turn around again, just stared blankly ahead. ”I wasn’t talking about the deaths, though that’s part of it. I was talking about...everything. The deaths, the constant danger, the crises that seemed to come one after another after another.” Voice defeated and exhausted, he swayed a little. ”Do you know how many people I’ve lost?” It came out in the barest of whispers.
Thankfully, the bartender's words shook the Launceleyn out of his torpor. "Noted." The word came out sharply. He resumed his march forward, turning a corner and shoving a book into place with far more force than was necessary.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
