The white sheep of the family
Loren didn't move from his spot by the door. ”That’s me, yes.” When Harper revealed that he was here for a reason, and that he knew Oliver, the summoner's posture and expression both thawed and relaxed a little bit.
He held out a hand for the other man to shake, then realized there was still flour on it. The Lanceleyn waved it a bit apologetically. ”Oh. Sorry. It's nice to meet you, Harper.” Giving Harper a sheepish smile, Loren stepped aside and gestured for the other man to enter the Manor. "Sure. I'd be happy to help. A friend of Oliver's is a friend of mine." It was still more coldly polite than friendly, but it was a bit of an improvement. "What do you need?"
He held out a hand for the other man to shake, then realized there was still flour on it. The Lanceleyn waved it a bit apologetically. ”Oh. Sorry. It's nice to meet you, Harper.” Giving Harper a sheepish smile, Loren stepped aside and gestured for the other man to enter the Manor. "Sure. I'd be happy to help. A friend of Oliver's is a friend of mine." It was still more coldly polite than friendly, but it was a bit of an improvement. "What do you need?"
Will blood tell
