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Wincing, Loren just shook his head at Jigano's comment. "Do you think she brought that with her to Torchline?" There was a sort of morbid curiosity in the healer's voice. He couldn't help but grin as well at the bard's next statement. "Right back at you, friend." Toasting, the Launceleyn took a sip from his wine, a pleased expression on his face.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he nodded in agreement. "Maybe go spend a day baking with her, then. Don't even talk that much, at least not about anything controversial." He shrugged, not having better advice for the white-haired man than that.
Loren sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "My paranoia might just be acting up." Giving Jigano a sheepish smile, the healer took a deep breath. "Someone I know got cursed simply for praying at a shrine. Twice in quick succession." Pressing his lips together, he rolled his fork across his plate. "He's an Attuned, a Natural, and a native of Halo, and it was a shrine for the old gods. It struck me as weird, so I asked around and there have been rumors of other strange happenings. Nothing definitive though."
Taking a bite of the vegetables, he chewed and swallowed as he waited for the bard's reply. Then the Launceleyn's expression grew dark again. "Also, not to put a damper on the meal but...it's looking increasingly likely we'll have to send another expedition to Whitebrim. Could you...do you mind telling me what you found there?" He sent a pulse of apology to the white-haired man for even bringing it up.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he nodded in agreement. "Maybe go spend a day baking with her, then. Don't even talk that much, at least not about anything controversial." He shrugged, not having better advice for the white-haired man than that.
Loren sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "My paranoia might just be acting up." Giving Jigano a sheepish smile, the healer took a deep breath. "Someone I know got cursed simply for praying at a shrine. Twice in quick succession." Pressing his lips together, he rolled his fork across his plate. "He's an Attuned, a Natural, and a native of Halo, and it was a shrine for the old gods. It struck me as weird, so I asked around and there have been rumors of other strange happenings. Nothing definitive though."
Taking a bite of the vegetables, he chewed and swallowed as he waited for the bard's reply. Then the Launceleyn's expression grew dark again. "Also, not to put a damper on the meal but...it's looking increasingly likely we'll have to send another expedition to Whitebrim. Could you...do you mind telling me what you found there?" He sent a pulse of apology to the white-haired man for even bringing it up.
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