They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren grinned at Oliver. "No no no. Neron never messes up. We're just too shortsighted to see his brilliant plan." There was something bitter in the healer's voice, and he took a long drink from his cider.
Setting it down, he shrugged. "So? Halo worships the old gods, and we rarely get Outlanders here. It doesn't shock me she didn't know that." Rolling the mug between his palms, he frowned a bit at his fellow hybrid.
"Amun's kind of a dick, yeah." The Launceleyn nodded in agreement. Then he smiled a bit smugly. "So you and Harper are getting along, then?" Raising his eyebrows, he regarded the other man, amusement dancing in Loren's eyes.
"Were there beaches, and were they sandy or rocky? What kind of hauls did the fisherman bring in?" Again, his voice was soft, trying to coax more memories from the depths of Oliver's fragmented mind.
Setting it down, he shrugged. "So? Halo worships the old gods, and we rarely get Outlanders here. It doesn't shock me she didn't know that." Rolling the mug between his palms, he frowned a bit at his fellow hybrid.
"Amun's kind of a dick, yeah." The Launceleyn nodded in agreement. Then he smiled a bit smugly. "So you and Harper are getting along, then?" Raising his eyebrows, he regarded the other man, amusement dancing in Loren's eyes.
"Were there beaches, and were they sandy or rocky? What kind of hauls did the fisherman bring in?" Again, his voice was soft, trying to coax more memories from the depths of Oliver's fragmented mind.
LOREN
