LOREN
Loren’s nostrils flared. ”Did you now? And what, pray tell, do you think a friend is?” Tilting his head, he stared at Sunjata. ”I am. But I’m a shitty friend.” The summoner’s voice carried a chilly edge, one that matched the icy expression on his face.However, as the bartender mentioned that the gods thought they were all idiots, the Launceleyn screwed his eyes shut. ”Then what’s the point of making these offerings? Is it going to stop them from taking more from us?” His voice was quietly despairing, and when he opened his eyes again, they had lost their angry sheen, their luster. Instead, they were dull.
Indeed, the tension had drained out of him entirely. Dropping his hand, he scooped up the rest of the books without healing himself. ”I think there’s been enough violence and destruction lately.” He resumed their steady march through the stacks.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
