Loren had seen Samuel, but had ignored the redhead in the hopes that the summoner would be able to escape. No such luck: he paused as the other man spoke to the Launceleyn. He stared directly at the Ascended, gaze nearly unblinking. "Everyone's going somewhere." The words came out without any particular inflection. As the bag grew heavy, Loren lifted his hand to shift the weight on his shoulder to a more comfortable position. As he did, he continued to look blankly at Samuel. "They're my personal notes. Why do you care?" Though the tone was slightly sharp, there wasn't any heat. Instead, the summoner's voice was practically monotone. LOREN Not quite an open book |
and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
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the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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