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Rolling his eyes, Loren tried to unclench his jaw, which had suddenly tightened. ”Somehow, I doubt that's the only difference between you and me." The summoner's words practically dripped with disdain. As Sunjata started sniping back at the Launceleyn, he stepped forward, though the bar still separated the two men. He let the bartender finish his tirade before Loren responded. "Alright. I'll give you all that." Taking a deep breath, he settled back onto the bar stool. "So why do you say you don't know you want? That you lack direction?" His voice had dropped in both pitch and vitriol, though there was still a hard edge to it. LOREN Not quite an open book