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Loren stayed silent as Jigano relayed his concerns. Although the healer kept his own feelings walled up, his fingers began tapping against the cover of his journal not too long into the bard's speech. "You're asking the wrong questions, Jigano." Although the rebuke came out without much inflection, it was indeed a rebuke.
Switching to telepathy so that no one could overhear them, the healer nevertheless quirked an eyebrow, looking almost disappointed. You're asking if you can trust Zariah. The answer to that is no, though I imagine if she tries to remake her army here she'll face similar resistance as she did in the Hollowed Ground. There was a bit of icy anger in his mind, though not much. But what you should be asking yourself is whether or not you can trust Maea to take care of herself. The Launceleyn stood there, silent and still, as he waited for the white-haired man's reply.
Switching to telepathy so that no one could overhear them, the healer nevertheless quirked an eyebrow, looking almost disappointed. You're asking if you can trust Zariah. The answer to that is no, though I imagine if she tries to remake her army here she'll face similar resistance as she did in the Hollowed Ground. There was a bit of icy anger in his mind, though not much. But what you should be asking yourself is whether or not you can trust Maea to take care of herself. The Launceleyn stood there, silent and still, as he waited for the white-haired man's reply.
Never judge a book by its cover.
