loren
Loren narrowed his eyes slightly at Jigano’s comment. ”I haven’t run into her yet, so I wouldn’t be too worried about that.” However, the healer shrugged. ”Whatever you’re most comfortable with. Just tell me when and where.” He genuinely didn't care where the training took place, considering he'd been subjected to harsher conditions growing up.
When the bard brought up Maea, though, the Launceleyn displayed his first strong emotion of this conversation. Nostrils flaring, he closed his notebook and lowered it to his side. His eyes flashed with a bit of protectiveness. At least his voice stayed even while icy anger uncoiled in his gut. "I know her. Why do you bring her up?" Patiently, he waited to hear what the white-haired man had to say.
When the bard brought up Maea, though, the Launceleyn displayed his first strong emotion of this conversation. Nostrils flaring, he closed his notebook and lowered it to his side. His eyes flashed with a bit of protectiveness. At least his voice stayed even while icy anger uncoiled in his gut. "I know her. Why do you bring her up?" Patiently, he waited to hear what the white-haired man had to say.
Never judge a book by its cover.
