loren
Loren still wasn’t used to people not being used to his summoning. It had been so commonplace back in Northaven that he constantly forgot that seeing monsters here usually meant death, or at least a protracted battle. When Jigano threw up his hands, the summoner immediately opened his mouth to warn the bard. However, before the Launceleyn could say anything, the white-haired man recovered. At his words, though, Loren shook his head. ”Never seen a real one, just heard stories. Still. I...I liked how they would rise from the ashes.” It seemed unsurprising, given his background. ”Sorry I startled you.” One day he’d learn to keep his magic in check.
Never judge a book by its cover.
