whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Grimacing at Morgan's words, Loren nodded slowly in understanding. "Do you think freezing their food storage will cause them to seek...sources farther afield?" His expression and voice were both troubled by the possibility.Brow furrowing as she expressed her concern, he ran a hand through his hair. "I wouldn't worry about attacks from the Hollowed Ground or the Fae in the Greatwood. Neither have any interest in expanding their territory. And from what I can tell, the Torchliners, while opportunistic and violent, aren't organized enough to mount an attack." He sighed. "No, I'm far more worried about treasure seekers. And...other dangers."
With that, he pressed his lips together. "How much do you know about LongNight in the Hollowed Ground?"
what goes, let go
LOREN
