LOREN
Loren let out a huff of laughter, though it sounded anything but amused. "Are we friends?" Lifting his chin, he stared challengingly up at Sunjata, studying the other man's features.When the bartender commented that Safrin would probably welcome all their offerings, the Launceleyn's jaw muscles feathered with tension, and his fingertips briefly shifted into claws. "Somehow I doubt that. She thinks I'm an idiot." His voice was soft, but carried a quiet intensity.
As Sunjata went on to say that their efforts mattered, the summoner's eyes flashed with a cold fury. ”Well it doesn’t.” The words fell out of his lips almost in a snarl. Hands clenched into a fist, he turned and punched at the nearest shelf, ignoring the spike of pain. Instead, he just stared at his now bloody knuckles.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
