whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Sascha explained a little bit about his craft, Loren nodded slowly. Brow furrowing a bit, he regarded the other man with increasing interest. "Fair enough. What, exactly, do you make though?" Letting out a huff of laughter, the healer shrugged at Sascha's worry. "Considering all the weird stuff Caido throws at us, I don't think you've got anything to worry about. Just tell people you're talking to an Attuned like me if they give you funny looks." The Launceleyn rubbed the back of his head a bit sheepishly.
He leaned back a bit at the other man's questions. "I was just checking out these islands, maybe see if they had any interesting plants or animals." Loren shrugged.
what goes, let go
LOREN
