loren
Loren strode up the mountain with a bit of a saunter. A flask dangled from one hand, and he periodically took sips from it. As always, it was a beautiful day in Torchline. He'd ditched his clothes save for a pair of shorts. Though he was sunburned, he was also slightly tanned, and he ignored the bites from the insects, knowing he'd just heal them later.
It didn't take long for him to find Jigano. Taking one last long pull from the flask, the healer tucked it into his pocket. "Jigano. I see you finally made it out to Torchline." There was something darkly amused about the words.
Rolling his neck, he gave the bard an appraising look. "Shall we?" There was a weirdly eager tone to the Launceleyn's words, and he squared off against the white-haired man.
It didn't take long for him to find Jigano. Taking one last long pull from the flask, the healer tucked it into his pocket. "Jigano. I see you finally made it out to Torchline." There was something darkly amused about the words.
Rolling his neck, he gave the bard an appraising look. "Shall we?" There was a weirdly eager tone to the Launceleyn's words, and he squared off against the white-haired man.
Never judge a book by its cover.
