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Loren would indeed help Jigano up, though the healer very much doubted the bard actually needed the Launceleyn's paltry physical strength. "Yes. We are certainly blessed." There was a wry tone to his words, and underneath was just the barest hints of bitterness.
As the white-haired man looked down at his clothes, Loren did the same. Waving a hand, he lifted the water out of the cloth, though left enough (and chilled it a bit) so sitting in the jungle wouldn't be too oppressive. Flouncing into the chair, he took out his flask again. Shrugging at Jigano's question, the healer took a long pull. "All things you'd disapprove of, I'm sure."
He glanced at the bard. "Last chance to walk away none the wiser." Smirking, the Launceleyn tilted his head to one side as he waited for the white-haired man's response.
As the white-haired man looked down at his clothes, Loren did the same. Waving a hand, he lifted the water out of the cloth, though left enough (and chilled it a bit) so sitting in the jungle wouldn't be too oppressive. Flouncing into the chair, he took out his flask again. Shrugging at Jigano's question, the healer took a long pull. "All things you'd disapprove of, I'm sure."
He glanced at the bard. "Last chance to walk away none the wiser." Smirking, the Launceleyn tilted his head to one side as he waited for the white-haired man's response.
Never judge a book by its cover.
