LOREN
Seeing as the Efas herb was an excellent medicine, and quite impossible to find outside the Hollowed Ground, Loren had decided to go to the source. Having been in the Labyrinth multiple times, he knew exactly what to expect. He wore clothes he could move in easily, had a belt with multiple knives hanging from it, along with a machete on one hip and an empty backpack.
His expression was serious as he stole through the Hollowed Ground, trying to avoid seeing or speaking to anyone. The blank look he turned on anyone who got close was usually enough to deter him. When he arrived at the entrance to the hedge mage, he took a quick swig from his flask. Of course it was only then that he spotted the other figure there.
Turning to face the other man, the healer tilted his head. ”Harper.” It was an acknowledgment, nothing more. With that, he took the plunge into the maze, eyes peeled for any sign of its many dangers.
His expression was serious as he stole through the Hollowed Ground, trying to avoid seeing or speaking to anyone. The blank look he turned on anyone who got close was usually enough to deter him. When he arrived at the entrance to the hedge mage, he took a quick swig from his flask. Of course it was only then that he spotted the other figure there.
Turning to face the other man, the healer tilted his head. ”Harper.” It was an acknowledgment, nothing more. With that, he took the plunge into the maze, eyes peeled for any sign of its many dangers.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
