LOREN
At the mention of boxing, Loren ran his thumb over his still bloody knuckles. "We already have training grounds." There might have been a bit of stubborn petulance in that response, but he was mostly still just tired.Crossing his arms, he stared at the shrine with their offerings instead of at Sunjata. "Have you ever punched a bookshelf?" The question came out idly, as it was clear the summoner didn't really care about the answer.
Finally he turned to face the bartender. "What're you hoping to accomplish? Here, with me, I mean." Arms still crossed, the Launceleyn stared directly at the other man, eyes barely moving or blinking.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
