LOREN
Obviously Loren couldn’t hear Ronin anymore, so the Launceleyn just shook his head as the other man's mouth opened and closed. Normally, the summoner would try to read the king’s lips (yet another gift from Cyton), but the situation was too fraught for that, and the librarian was never particularly good at that art. Still, it was probably more of the same drivel that the other man had been spouting this whole time.Unbeknownst to the Launceleyn, he followed the king’s orders by standing up. Next, the summoner squared off, ready for a fight: Loren was planted firmly between Ronin and the Rose, and the only way to get the librarian to move would be by force. ”Ronin, come on, let’s go.” Keeping his magic close to the surface, Loren eyed the other man. At the first sign of movement or danger, the summoner would strike. After the king’s display of strange magic earlier, the Launceleyn wasn’t taking any chances.
A beggar's book
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a noble's blood
