LOREN
Frowning, Loren felt his brow furrow in confusion. "I know the militia caters to unarmed combat as well as weapons and magic." However, his tone grew almost bored.At Sunjata's comment, the summoner once again rubbed his left thumb over the bloody knuckles of his right hand. "I've had worse." The words were quiet, but filled with a great deal of remembered pain.
His eyes tightened when the bartender explained that he was trying to help the Launceleyn cope. "Well, don't." His tone was curt, voice sharp. Crossing his arms, he looked away from the other man. "Go find someone who wants your help. Your wife, maybe."
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
