loren
Loren wasn't a Loreseeker at the moment, maybe not ever again. But when he'd received notice that the Guild needed help, he still showed up. He was just in time to see the familiar figure of Ronin kicking some gourds into the main section of the Atheneum. Sighing, the healer summoned two wolves. Between them, his telekinesis, and his hands he was able to shoo a few more of the gourds away from the guildhall.
Only then did he move towards the meeting spot, dismissing his summons as he did. Giving Jigano a friendly smile, Samuel a clasp on the shoulder and a grin, Quanil a friendly nod, and the Dark Star a much more careful and much less friendly not, the Launceleyn moved to the opposite end of the group from the demi-god. Once there, Loren settled in to wait patiently.
As the bard led them to the second floor and gave them their instructions, the healer nodded. Then his eyes followed Ronin as he went to the farthest room. "I'll take one." It came out quickly, and the Launceleyn turned to head towards his room without letting anyone else speak.
Loren takes room one.
Only then did he move towards the meeting spot, dismissing his summons as he did. Giving Jigano a friendly smile, Samuel a clasp on the shoulder and a grin, Quanil a friendly nod, and the Dark Star a much more careful and much less friendly not, the Launceleyn moved to the opposite end of the group from the demi-god. Once there, Loren settled in to wait patiently.
As the bard led them to the second floor and gave them their instructions, the healer nodded. Then his eyes followed Ronin as he went to the farthest room. "I'll take one." It came out quickly, and the Launceleyn turned to head towards his room without letting anyone else speak.
Loren takes room one.
Never judge a book by its cover.
