The white sheep of the family
Smirking, Loren leaned forward toward Weaver and dropped his voice to a whisper. "I can think of a few ways you could get access. And never being rid of you doesn't sound so bad to me." Taking a sip from his mug, he raised his eyebrows.
Nodding at her words, he leaned back a bit to listen. "I came from two worlds, though I only really remember the second one, Northaven. It was a walled city surrounded by jungle and the sea. Venturing out into either was a surefire way to get yourself killed." There was something darkly amused about the last comment. "Unless, of course, you were strong enough to survive."
Tapping a finger against his mug, he tilted his head to one side. "Besides drinking, what do people do for fun in Halo?" Despite the casual tone of the question, there was something eager in his eyes.
Nodding at her words, he leaned back a bit to listen. "I came from two worlds, though I only really remember the second one, Northaven. It was a walled city surrounded by jungle and the sea. Venturing out into either was a surefire way to get yourself killed." There was something darkly amused about the last comment. "Unless, of course, you were strong enough to survive."
Tapping a finger against his mug, he tilted his head to one side. "Besides drinking, what do people do for fun in Halo?" Despite the casual tone of the question, there was something eager in his eyes.
Will blood tell
