LOREN
Loren continued to stare down at Sunjata. ”So what?" Unsurprisingly, the healer's confusion was genuine, though he'd lost the aggressive and challenging edge to his voice.
However, he smirked at the bartender. "Not really sure how to tell you this, but you're not back home." There was something darkly amused about the words.
Settling down into the sand next to the other man, the Launceleyn pulled out another of the several flasks he had on him. "Choice of drink is whatever happens to be available." He waved the flask in the air vaguely. "In Torchline, that happens to be rum." Tilting his head to one side, he grinned. "Unless you have a suggestion for something better." Loren raised eyebrows almost expectantly.
However, he smirked at the bartender. "Not really sure how to tell you this, but you're not back home." There was something darkly amused about the words.
Settling down into the sand next to the other man, the Launceleyn pulled out another of the several flasks he had on him. "Choice of drink is whatever happens to be available." He waved the flask in the air vaguely. "In Torchline, that happens to be rum." Tilting his head to one side, he grinned. "Unless you have a suggestion for something better." Loren raised eyebrows almost expectantly.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
