loren
Loren had grown so used to not showing discomfort that he didn’t even realize he suppressed his reaction to the vastly different temperatures. Instead, he simply silently followed Jigano out of the Spire and into the much brighter Longheat day. Blinking against the sun, the summoner continued to pad quietly behind the bard.
As they came upon the shrine, the Launceleyn glanced at it, eyes troubled. He hadn't made an offering to Frey since Fiat Lux, not sure whether they wanted to see him, and definitely sure he didn't want to see them. The white-haired man's words came as a welcome distraction, and Loren quickly looked back at Jigano.
At the offer to wait, the summoner shrugged. "No point in putting off the inevitable. Not knowing won't change anything but plague me with uncertainty." He crossed his arms as he waited for the answer.
As they came upon the shrine, the Launceleyn glanced at it, eyes troubled. He hadn't made an offering to Frey since Fiat Lux, not sure whether they wanted to see him, and definitely sure he didn't want to see them. The white-haired man's words came as a welcome distraction, and Loren quickly looked back at Jigano.
At the offer to wait, the summoner shrugged. "No point in putting off the inevitable. Not knowing won't change anything but plague me with uncertainty." He crossed his arms as he waited for the answer.
Never judge a book by its cover.
