LOREN
Rubbing his temples again, Loren shot Delphia a confused look. ”I have no idea what that means.” Sighing, he dropped his hands again. However, he sent a faint smile towards the demi-god. ”You’re welcome.” Then he found himself furiously scribbling as she spoke, his notes cramped and in the shorthand he’d developed for himself.When she finished, he frowned, though it was more thoughtful than upset. "The numbers of Ascended were never that large, or at least that's what I've always assumed." His voice came out uncertainly and he shrugged. "Regardless, I'm curious how a soul would even be...trapped? Held? Used?" Spreading his hands in a helpless gesture, he quickly returned his quill to the page, ready to take more notes.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
