They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren shrugged. "Don't talk to me, talk to Zariah." There was something wry and darkly amused about his voice.
Taking one last long pull from his flask, he slipped it into a pocket. Then Oliver tossed a scarf at the healer and he smirked as it wrapped around his head. Not bothering to pull it away, he stood there as the rug was literally pulled out from under him.
Obviously he fell backwards, smacking his ass against the hard ground and banging his head against the wall. Only then did he rip the scarf off, gripping it tightly. Vision slightly hazy from his head injury, he located the other man. Then the Launceleyn sent a flurry of sharp icicles straight for Oliver.
Taking one last long pull from his flask, he slipped it into a pocket. Then Oliver tossed a scarf at the healer and he smirked as it wrapped around his head. Not bothering to pull it away, he stood there as the rug was literally pulled out from under him.
Obviously he fell backwards, smacking his ass against the hard ground and banging his head against the wall. Only then did he rip the scarf off, gripping it tightly. Vision slightly hazy from his head injury, he located the other man. Then the Launceleyn sent a flurry of sharp icicles straight for Oliver.
LOREN
