LOREN
"The fuck would you think that?" Loren's confusion and incredulity were clear, and the healer continued to stare at the bartender. "And I'll believe it when I see it." Smirking a bit, the Launceleyn crossed his arms, happy to celebrate any victory over the other man, even one gotten through less than savory means.
Seeing as Sunjata didn’t seem to be in great shape, Loren sent another bolt of healing magic towards the bartender, this one dealing with the blood loss, and just that. Then the Launceleyn lowered his hands. "Fine. Deal." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out one of the several flasks of rum he carried on his body, and tossed it at the other man.
Seeing as Sunjata didn’t seem to be in great shape, Loren sent another bolt of healing magic towards the bartender, this one dealing with the blood loss, and just that. Then the Launceleyn lowered his hands. "Fine. Deal." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out one of the several flasks of rum he carried on his body, and tossed it at the other man.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
