whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Slipping into the room with Astra peeking out shyly behind him, Loren scanned those already assembled. He knew all of them except for one woman. Saluting Morgan, he spoke in a quiet voice. "Warden." With that, he went towards the stranger.Holding out a hand, he nodded at her. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Loren." With that, he went to the last empty seat. Taking it, he pulled out a journal and some charcoal. His companion settled at his feet, and he reached to stroke her fur absently as he waited for the meeting to begin in earnest. He didn't plan to say much, just listen.
what goes, let go
LOREN
