The white sheep of the family
As Loren turned to discover it was just Remi, the healer almost snarled again. Indeed, his eyes flicked around as if he was seeking an opponent. Finally, he grunted and smashed the glass into the ground with enough force to shatter it into pieces too small to harm anyone. Clearly upset at having been denied a proper fight he snatched the bottle with a bit more force than was necessary.
As the alchemist stumbled to the ground, the Launceleyn snorted. Uncorking his own bottle he took a long swig before flopping down beside the other man. Initially sitting cross-legged, Loren eventually dipped them into the water. As he did, he took another long pull from the bottle. He jerked his chin at Remi's cut. "Want me to take care of that?"
Regardless of the response, the healer turned to stare at the ocean. "So we covered why I'm drinking alone in a strange land. We didn't get to you." The words were disinterested, and he gazed out at the distant horizon rather than Remi.
As the alchemist stumbled to the ground, the Launceleyn snorted. Uncorking his own bottle he took a long swig before flopping down beside the other man. Initially sitting cross-legged, Loren eventually dipped them into the water. As he did, he took another long pull from the bottle. He jerked his chin at Remi's cut. "Want me to take care of that?"
Regardless of the response, the healer turned to stare at the ocean. "So we covered why I'm drinking alone in a strange land. We didn't get to you." The words were disinterested, and he gazed out at the distant horizon rather than Remi.
Will blood tell
