LOREN
Loren gave Sunjata an exhausted shrug. ”Honestly, what even are the inner workings of the Advocates? And why do you think she would possibly care." Eyes tired, and voice even more weary, the summoner rubbed his temples. "She's from a world that was constantly at war. I can guarantee you she understands the necessity of clandestine activities."Not answering the bartender's question right away, the summoner's eyes grew distant. It was only when the other man asked a variation on the second question that the Launceleyn finally returned his gaze to Sunjata. "I could leave the Hollowed Grounds. And I'm not sure if I'd look back if I did." The words were quiet.
Loren followed the bartender to the entrance to the Atheneum. However, the summoner was silent, almost more like the other man's shadow than another person.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
