loren
"Like I said, I'm capable of mixing any number of sleeping draughts. Whether or not I use them on myself is another story." Sighing again, Loren found himself drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. Finally, he shot Jigano an unamused look. "No, you're not wrong. What of it?" The healer's tone was low and had more than a bit of an edge.
Nodding when the bard mentioned he was equally concerned about divine intervention, the Launceleyn slapped one arm as one of the bugs that were everywhere in Torchline nibbled on him. Smiling faintly at the mention of Astra, Loren actually looked directly at the white-haired man. "Astra would love to see Isuma, But Astra likes Halo. It's her natural habitat."
Expression and voice faltering, he looked away again. "She's not super happy with me these days, though." Clearly, that bothered him.
Nodding when the bard mentioned he was equally concerned about divine intervention, the Launceleyn slapped one arm as one of the bugs that were everywhere in Torchline nibbled on him. Smiling faintly at the mention of Astra, Loren actually looked directly at the white-haired man. "Astra would love to see Isuma, But Astra likes Halo. It's her natural habitat."
Expression and voice faltering, he looked away again. "She's not super happy with me these days, though." Clearly, that bothered him.
Never judge a book by its cover.
