LOREN
As Josh brushed off any concerns about living in the Spire, Loren narrowed his eyes slightly. "Mind telling me what she said?" His own voice was polite and mildly curious. However, his eyes were sharp.Jaw feathering with tension, he looked away from the newcomer. "They're called luxere. Most of them don't have command over fire. I have no idea whether it set the fire maliciously or not, though I suspect it was just scared." The words were short and clipped. Finally, the healer took a deep breath, expression pained. "I'd rather not discuss this further." It was clear he wasn't going to answer any more questions on the topic.
When the other man said he had no more questions, the Launceleyn nodded. "Alright. Word of advice?" He leaned forward, expression deadly serious. "These things you're asking about have had very real and painful impacts on people. It might serve you well in your search to show a little bit of sympathy and understanding."
A beggar's book
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a noble's blood
