Lauryn. Mage-Thief. Chapter 2.Imoen pulled up a chair at the bar in the Jovial Juggler. She pushed a glass of chilled wine in front of Lauryn.
"What's this?" Lauryn asked.
"Wine. Looks like you need some."
"It has been a rough few weeks."
"Tell me about it."
"You know what hurts the most about losing Gorion? I loved him, but almost worse is the fact that he was the only link I had to my real family. Somewhere out there, I have a mother and a father. Now I'll never know them. Or know what might have happened to them. It's worse than being homeless."
Imoen put her hand on Lauryn's shoulder. "I understand. Hey, you want to come with me to Nashkel tomorrow?"
"What for?"
"See the sights. Maybe buy a fur cloak. Or some jewelry. Get your mind off things."
"Sure. But let's be careful, OK? Remember Karlat? There might be more surly dwarves running around looking for my head."
"How many could there be? We'll give them the slip. You worry too much."
"Whatever." Lauryn picked up her glass and took a sip.
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