loren
Sighing, Loren just shook his head at Jigano's words. The healer pinched his nose. "Look." Lowering his hand, he gave the bard a sad look. "I spent my entire life dealing with the Launceleyns. You spent what, a year with Zariah? Less than that under her rule?" The Launceleyn narrowed his eyes. "Who do you think has more expertise navigating the insanity that is my family?" The question came out with a slightly dangerous edge.
"I promised you that I would do everything necessary to prevent my cousin from returning to her evil reign. I intend to keep that promise." Voice firm, he placed his palms on the table. "I need you to trust me to do that." He stared directly at the white-haired man, gaze unwavering.
Shrugging, Loren shook his head at Jigano's questions about Zariah. "No. I'll let you know if I see her display anything else, but as I said, I've seen her twice since moving her." Reaching for a jar, he checked the label before scraping the paste he'd made into it. "You're welcome. Any time." Though the words were quiet, he genuinely meant them.
"I promised you that I would do everything necessary to prevent my cousin from returning to her evil reign. I intend to keep that promise." Voice firm, he placed his palms on the table. "I need you to trust me to do that." He stared directly at the white-haired man, gaze unwavering.
Shrugging, Loren shook his head at Jigano's questions about Zariah. "No. I'll let you know if I see her display anything else, but as I said, I've seen her twice since moving her." Reaching for a jar, he checked the label before scraping the paste he'd made into it. "You're welcome. Any time." Though the words were quiet, he genuinely meant them.
Never judge a book by its cover.
