whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Eyes tightening, Loren tossed back his mug, chugging it down and then slamming it to the bar. Nodding at the (non-Sunjata) bartender for another (and in doing so, ignoring all the rules Maea had set), the healer turned back towards Sunjata. "Actions too." It came out almost menacing.Another mug was placed before Launceleyn, and he gripped it tightly. "A heart of a rare creature. And you wanted to bring it in alive." Laughing mercilessly, tears started streaming down the his cheeks. "Did it occur to you that you could probably nonviolently subdue a rare creature slightly less dangerous than a dragon, without needing talk to it?" The words came out as an accusation.
Taking a drink, he narrowed his eyes at the bartender. "How?" Another feeling of dread uncoiled within him.
what goes, let go
LOREN
