The white sheep of the family
Loren shook his head and pointed his mug at Sunjata. ”That’s different. Yes, everyone observes and collects information, and deceives and, whatever else it is that you think spies do, sure, fine, whatever.” Words more slurred now than before, and the healer took another long drink. ”Well, if you don’t think I was a spy, just say so. For once in your life commit to something.” The words were intended to cut.
As the bartender revealed the goddess had healed him, the Launceleyn snorted. However, he made no move to return the cigarette to the other man. "Well. I'm sure she'd want you to stay healthy then, don't you?" Then Loren smirked. "Plus I don't like the smell." It didn't bother him, actually, he was just trying to be a dick.
As the bartender revealed the goddess had healed him, the Launceleyn snorted. However, he made no move to return the cigarette to the other man. "Well. I'm sure she'd want you to stay healthy then, don't you?" Then Loren smirked. "Plus I don't like the smell." It didn't bother him, actually, he was just trying to be a dick.
Will blood tell
