LOREN
As the other man came closer, Loren grinned. When the stranger took out a notebook and began to sketch, the healer ordered the weasels (or whatever, he was gonna call them weasels from now on) to go over to the other man and pose. That done, the Launceleyn took a sip from his flask.
"No need to apologize. I'm sure you can make it up to me." Again, the words were slightly suggestive. "I'm Loren Launceleyn." He held out his hand for Kalynd to shake.
Then Loren's eyes flicked towards the notebook. "I take it you're not from Torchline. Where are you from?" He cocked his head to one side as he waited for the other man's answer.
"No need to apologize. I'm sure you can make it up to me." Again, the words were slightly suggestive. "I'm Loren Launceleyn." He held out his hand for Kalynd to shake.
Then Loren's eyes flicked towards the notebook. "I take it you're not from Torchline. Where are you from?" He cocked his head to one side as he waited for the other man's answer.
look at how a single candle can both
defy and define the darkness
defy and define the darkness
