LOREN
Loren snorted. "Plenty of time for both." Then he smiled faintly. "You know you can always delegate, right?" It was spoken in a wry tone, given that he knew neither of them was particularly good at letting others do things for them.
At the mention of Torchline, he frowned. "At the risk of sounding negligent in my duties here, don't let the pretty exterior of Torchline fool you. The people there are unlikely to welcome an influx of outsiders without a subtle exchange, one that would cost the Hollowed Ground dearly."
Grinning fiercely, he leaned forward. "You may. Trust me, it would be my pleasure." There was a great deal of protectiveness in his voice, though he nodded reassuringly at Neron. "Don't worry, I'll follow your lead."
At the mention of Torchline, he frowned. "At the risk of sounding negligent in my duties here, don't let the pretty exterior of Torchline fool you. The people there are unlikely to welcome an influx of outsiders without a subtle exchange, one that would cost the Hollowed Ground dearly."
Grinning fiercely, he leaned forward. "You may. Trust me, it would be my pleasure." There was a great deal of protectiveness in his voice, though he nodded reassuringly at Neron. "Don't worry, I'll follow your lead."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
