LOREN
At Sunjata’s comment, Loren raised his chin almost challengingly. ”Well, you should probably figure out how to have an open conversation with Phoebe. And you really think you can talk to me about anything?” His tone was low, and held more than a bit of an edge in it.Walking ahead of the bartender, the summoner’s grip on his books tightened as his shoulders tensed. ”Are we? Are we stuck here? What does the best even look like?” The hints of anger had bled away, leaving exhaustion and despair in their place.
Finally, the other man forced the Launceleyn to face him. For a long moment, he was silent. Then he set the last book into place and sighed. ”Fine. I’ll make the offerings. But that’s it.” There was nothing but a weary resignation in his voice.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
