The white sheep of the family
As Remi gave Loren that last chance, the Launceleyn smiled. ”Thank you.” His voice was still quiet, but it carried a world of gratitude. Settling into the chair, the summoner tapped his foot. ”Nefarious like killing a bunch of Fae or a scaly guardian?” Though he tried to keep his voice level, there was a shocking amount of frustration in it. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Loren forced himself to calm down. His foot ceased its movements as he rested his arms on the table and leaned against them.
"I'm sorry that was asked of you." He bit his lip. ”Who are the other three?” Squinting, he peered at the orb. ”Who gave you this? The task and the sphere?” Sighing, he rubbed his temples again before returning his arms to the desk. ”How are you supposed to stop the Ascended?”
"I'm sorry that was asked of you." He bit his lip. ”Who are the other three?” Squinting, he peered at the orb. ”Who gave you this? The task and the sphere?” Sighing, he rubbed his temples again before returning his arms to the desk. ”How are you supposed to stop the Ascended?”
Will blood tell
