The white sheep of the family
Slouching against the bar, Loren shot Sunjata a considering look. "Is that so?" The healer took a sip of his mug, then did a quick scan of the Hanged Man. "Alright. What have you 'checked out?'" The words were accompanied by a raised eyebrow, one that matched the challenging tone.
Smirking at the bartender's comment, the Launceleyn took a swig. "Nope." Then he lowered his voice to a feigned whisper. "Actually, she offered to be my patron. I turned her down. Dunno where that leaves you though." It came out in the tones of someone revealing a secret, though honestly Loren didn't actually care about that particular interaction that much.
Smirking at the bartender's comment, the Launceleyn took a swig. "Nope." Then he lowered his voice to a feigned whisper. "Actually, she offered to be my patron. I turned her down. Dunno where that leaves you though." It came out in the tones of someone revealing a secret, though honestly Loren didn't actually care about that particular interaction that much.
Will blood tell
