whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Unfortunately, whatever sympathy Loren might've once had, especially for Sunjata, had dried up long ago. The healer just stared relentlessly at the bartender, waiting to hear what the latest tragedy to strike had been. As the other man listed names that the Launceleyn knew, most of whom he liked more than Sunjata, Loren's jaw feathered with tension.His eyes narrowed at the deaths, but companions, no matter how precious, wouldn't have caused this reaction in the bartender. At the mention of Peter being knocked unconscious, however, dread uncoiled in the healer's gut. "You found a dragon. And you...what happened next?" His tone was still quiet, and firm, but there was something almost reluctant about it.
what goes, let go
LOREN
