whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren's brow furrowed a bit in concentration as Sascha explained what he did. "So you're a...carpenter then?" Confusion was evident in the healer's tone and expression. Still, he was fairly confident in his guess.As the other man kept speaking, however, the Launceleyn once again found himself confused. "So I take it you're not an Attuned then?" Scratching the back of his head, he gave Sascha a curious look. "What do you mean by what has been passed down?"
Sighing, Loren nodded. "That you will. What kinds of crazy things, if you don't mind me asking?" It came out a bit cautiously. Blinking at Sascha's question, the healer ran a hand through his hair. "No, I'm a healer."
what goes, let go
LOREN
