LOREN
Shrugging, Loren just kept drinking from the flask. "I'm not exactly drinking it for the taste." His tone was equal parts darkly amused and a little sad.
As Sunjata mentioned he'd be willing to let the healer drink some whiskey, he let out a huff of laughter. ”I won’t drop another dragon on you.” Then he shot the bartender a smirk. "Unless you're doing something particularly stupid."
Shrugging, the Launcelyn stroked Astra absentmindedly. ”Like I said. The magic, the shifts, they’re as much a part of us as our fists.” When the other man complained about the gashes, Loren just grinned a bit triumphantly. ”You’re welcome.” Turning his head to the side, he checked Sunjata for lingering damage. "I can heal you further. And get rid of the scars." It was totally up to the bartender though.
As Sunjata mentioned he'd be willing to let the healer drink some whiskey, he let out a huff of laughter. ”I won’t drop another dragon on you.” Then he shot the bartender a smirk. "Unless you're doing something particularly stupid."
Shrugging, the Launcelyn stroked Astra absentmindedly. ”Like I said. The magic, the shifts, they’re as much a part of us as our fists.” When the other man complained about the gashes, Loren just grinned a bit triumphantly. ”You’re welcome.” Turning his head to the side, he checked Sunjata for lingering damage. "I can heal you further. And get rid of the scars." It was totally up to the bartender though.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
