LOREN
Phoebe wasn’t going to budge on this point, it seemed. Unfortunately for her, neither was Loren. ”Might be, not are.” Again, he was just repeating her own words back at her, though she had reacted poorly every time he had. ”Look, I’m all for taking extra precautions, but there’s a difference between that and spreading rumors that might contribute to tensions that already exist between the Ascended and everyone else.” Do no unnecessary harm: it was a mantra many healers followed (though not Loren), and from where the Launceleyn was standing, Phoebe’s obsession with blaming the Ascended was doing harm.Tilting his head, Loren frowned at the healer. ”Maybe so. But, personal dislike aside, it seems like we should be accepting all the help we can get, no matter the source.” It had actually been the Launceleyn who’d mistreated the bard in their first meeting, so the summoner had a slightly skewed perspective on the white-haired man. However, he wasn't going to press this particular point too much.
She set off, with Loren and golem in tow. The summoner couldn’t devote too much of his attention to making small talk, what with carrying heavy objects and the summoning, but the silence felt awkward, so he needed to say something. Pim was bringing up the rear, so the Launceleyn gave the dragon a small smile as they emerged from the infirmary. ”So you’re involved with the Medical College? That’s pretty remarkable. What does it entail?” He’d heard about the college, of course, but knew nothing about it; he figured getting her to talk about that was infinitely preferable to the blight, and would require him mostly to listen.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
