The white sheep of the family
Although it probably was unwise, Loren couldn’t help but laugh at Remi’s description. ”Just eating and sleeping, huh?” There might’ve been the faintest twinkle in the summoner’s eye, or it might’ve been a trick of the light. However, his expression softened. ”Well I imagine there hasn’t ever been a wagon quite like this. Are you excited to be on the road again? What was it like?” For just a moment, there was an eagerness in the Launceleyn’s tone, but it faded quickly.
At the alchemist's question, Loren instantly and enthusiastically nodded. "Just tell me where you need me." He'd followed whatever instructions the other man issued, though the summoner still wasn't sure his presence was strictly necessary.
At the alchemist's question, Loren instantly and enthusiastically nodded. "Just tell me where you need me." He'd followed whatever instructions the other man issued, though the summoner still wasn't sure his presence was strictly necessary.
Will blood tell
