LOREN
”You don’t know literally anyone else? And here I thought I was the friendless one.” Loren wasn’t going to let that particular comment stand without getting in a quick dig at Remi. However, the teasing tone in the Launceleyn’s voice was growing stronger with each back and forth they had. The summoner wasn’t sure the other man’s claim about the librarian’s ability to slow the alchemist down was true. ”By what, clinging to your leg and making you drag me?” Somehow, however, Loren had again forgotten that the alchemist was at least partially blind. ”Uh...no, actually. Sorry. I forgot. Again. I’ll get it right eventually.” Perhaps if Loren was ever able to meet Remi’s eyes on a regular basis, that would even be true. ”Well, even white would be better than what we have. Tough to clean though, so maybe a light grey? Regardless, I don’t think you would ever make something anything less than tasteful.” The Launceleyn realized he was babbling to cover his embarrassment, and shut his mouth, before giving the alchemist a curious look. ”So...I’m sorry for asking. But you really can’t see the honking big crests with dragons on them?” Zariah’s taste trended towards oppressive and ostentatious, and it showed.
”I really, really don’t. Kittens all the way down.” Well, if Loren kept forgetting the other man’s blindness, at least it seemed that Remi had forgotten their earlier conversation. ”You abolished all titles by royal decree, remember? So this is not a noble house. The manual labor part is quite true though.” When the alchemist asked what creature the Launceleyn was going to summon to pierce the veils around these mysterious hidden doors, he walked over to the children’s book, tea in one hand, and picked up the volume, flipped it to the appropriate page, and brought it over to the other man. ”Hounds of the Wyld Hunt. They are able to track their prey anywhere, and nothing escapes their grasp.” Although he hadn’t been sure keys or doors would actually be prey they weren’t going to test that theory so it couldn’t be disproven. He took another sip of the slightly cooled tea while he waited for the alchemist's response.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
