whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Giving Korbin a surprised look as he spoke up, Loren eyes narrowed. Then he shrugged, not wanting to engage with the assistant healer even if the younger Hale seemed to have regained his hearing. Instead, the Launceleyn just shot Weaver a curious look.Then he was drawn back into the game. Not entirely sure whether they were supposed to stick to some sort of order, and definitely not caring even if they were, he jumped in quickly after another patron shouted out a ten. "Eleven!"
Turning, he leaned his elbows on the bar. Sipping from his wine, he grinned at Weaver. "Not even going to shout numbers with us? How professional." He winked at her, clearly teasing.
what goes, let go
LOREN
