LOREN
As Sunjata spoke of Safrin, Loren's eyes tightened for a brief moment. However, he quickly schooled his features back into a smooth and inscrutable expression. "Why? Why me? Why bother?" Despite the neutral mask, there was less the summoner could do about his rampant emotions, so some of the despair bled through their link.Sighing, he put the books down for a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Do you really think, after everything that just happened, after her chosen demi-god lost his mind because we failed to protect the child of his that she'd blessed, do you think after all that Safrin is in the mood for our offerings? That she'll forget about LongNight, or whatever this tradition is supposed to symbolize?" His tone was weary and defeated, and he stared at the bartender blankly.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
