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As Jigano explained further what had happened, Loren actually weirdly relaxed. Indeed, all traces of anger had bled out, leaving him practically devoid of emotion once more. Yes, well, power can do weird things to people. Sighing, he tapped the surface of his notebook. I'm not really the one you need to explain all this to. It sounds like the two of you had a miscommunication, and you should at least try to sit down with her and explain your point of view, and listen to hers.
Then he took a deep breath. Would you consider letting her remain as a Loreseeker, so long as she's aware any of her less clandestine activities are not sanctioned by you or the guild? His back was to the bard, but the healer hoped the reasonable cast of his thoughts would get through to the white-haired man.
Still not facing Jigano, Loren bit his lip. Then he glanced over his shoulder. "You're welcome to ask me to visit any time, though I recognize you'd rather not visit me. We're still friends, I hope, even if you're as stubborn as I am about your ideals and your morals." The words were genuine, even if his voice still came out as a monotone.
Then he took a deep breath. Would you consider letting her remain as a Loreseeker, so long as she's aware any of her less clandestine activities are not sanctioned by you or the guild? His back was to the bard, but the healer hoped the reasonable cast of his thoughts would get through to the white-haired man.
Still not facing Jigano, Loren bit his lip. Then he glanced over his shoulder. "You're welcome to ask me to visit any time, though I recognize you'd rather not visit me. We're still friends, I hope, even if you're as stubborn as I am about your ideals and your morals." The words were genuine, even if his voice still came out as a monotone.
Never judge a book by its cover.
