They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren just stared at Glas uncomprehendingly. "So? It'll still be your family's shop even if you hire help. As the craftsman explained further, the healer's expression softened. "I understand. But...it sounds like it's a job that will take more than one person. And accepting assistance doesn't take anything away from you, nor is it a sign of weakness." He did his best to speak in as understanding and reassuring a tone as possible.
As the other man fled (there was no other word for it) the Launceleyn sighed under his breath. Then he smiled. "You're welcome. It was nice to meet you Glas. And don't forget your payment!" He scribbled the order authorizing the release of goods from the storerooms, and held it out for Glas.
Assuming the craftsman took it, Loren would remain seated in his chair, watching the other man depart. There was something sad in the healer's eyes, though he hid it carefully on the off chance the Glas looked back.
As the other man fled (there was no other word for it) the Launceleyn sighed under his breath. Then he smiled. "You're welcome. It was nice to meet you Glas. And don't forget your payment!" He scribbled the order authorizing the release of goods from the storerooms, and held it out for Glas.
Assuming the craftsman took it, Loren would remain seated in his chair, watching the other man depart. There was something sad in the healer's eyes, though he hid it carefully on the off chance the Glas looked back.
LOREN
