LOREN
As Abasi slumped forward Loren closed the distance between them. Sitting on the step, the summoner would sling his arm over the other man’s shoulders assuming he didn’t do anything to resist.. ”Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” However, at Abasi’s warning, the Launceleyn stiffened and turned so he could search the other man’s face. ”What do you mean? Are you sick? I mean, other than the blight?” Loren couldn’t think of any other reason Abasi might believe death was coming for the other man. ”I can heal you.” The offer was immediate and without hesitation: already the summoner was calling upon his magic, though he’d refrain from actually casting a spell until he received permission from Abasi.A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
