LOREN
Loren's expression was flat as he regarded Korbin. "The one and only." Tone deceptively light, the healer simply pulled his hand back as the other man bowed.
When the other man revealed his name, the Launceleyn raised his eyebrows. "Weaver's younger brother?" There was a great deal of emphasis on the word younger. Still, he swept into a mocking bow of his own, just slightly deeper and held just slightly longer than Korbin's.
Straightening up, the Launceleyn's eyes flicked to the hunters then back to the other man. "Can't imagine you'd be right." Loren crossed his arms, just as unimpressed as Korbin was. "And what do you do?"
When the other man revealed his name, the Launceleyn raised his eyebrows. "Weaver's younger brother?" There was a great deal of emphasis on the word younger. Still, he swept into a mocking bow of his own, just slightly deeper and held just slightly longer than Korbin's.
Straightening up, the Launceleyn's eyes flicked to the hunters then back to the other man. "Can't imagine you'd be right." Loren crossed his arms, just as unimpressed as Korbin was. "And what do you do?"
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
