"Cronen..." Lorenor whispered gently when she said the man's name. In his long life, he'd met many of Althanas's greatest Heroes and Villains. Cronen was among that lot. A sort of enigmatic man, with ties to The Thayne Codex. Just like he. Lorenor closed his eyes for a moment, the glow momentarily gone from his face...an eerie effect. He thought back to when he had crossed paths with Cronen several points in his life, but like many other memories the image of Joshua Cronen was also fading in his mind. He was trying to remember for...her sake. "You speak of Joshua Cronen." Lorenor nodded. "I met him a few times in my life...but he was different back then. And I've heard whispers." Lorenor rubbed his chin calmly. 'I've heard he was also touched by The Thaynehood." Lorenor considered all he had learned.

"I wish I could help you more in this endeavor. But I have not spoken to Joshua Cronen in some time." He continued his thought. "But I at least know of whom you speak." He added. "There are good men in this world, and I can say from my limited interaction with him, that he is a good man." Lorenor looked at the girl for a long moment as he spoke. "Oh...sing what ever speaks to you." He finally added. "I would very much like to hear you sing again." Lorenor focused at that point, and his body began to glow with the warmth of The Holy Light, on instinct. He was using the calming effects of his power on the girl, and her dire wolf. He was not there to cause them any harm.

In fact, he liked the red-head. Her demeanor and attitude were most agreeable, and they had a mutual ally. Lorenor tried really hard to remember the images of Joshua Cronen, but the images were distant in the vast depths of his void-like mind. Locked away to the end's of time. Lorenor felt a bit of frustration, but decided to focus on McKinley and her companion instead. "The Light...it has given me a purpose in a time when I needed one the most. I can relate to what you went through with Joshua Cronen. It was much the same for me with Reformation." Lorenor added. "Before then I was a broken, dark soul. With little interest in anything that was not obeying the will of N'Jal. I followed and obeyed without restraint. And one day they...betrayed me. The night I met Sei Orlouge. As I said earlier, I was a fool. Just another lackey with a fancy title. No different than the noble-folk of Radasanth itself."

Flashes crossed his mind at that point. He felt a little troubled at that point, but for entirely different reasons. He waited to hear what she would say and do next. His eyes went towards the windows of the comfortable cottage. His eyes narrowed and he simply listened to the sound of her breathing and the sound of the dire wolf's breathing. For the first time in a long time...Lorenor felt like that could have been home for him. Living in the shadow of another Hero. He didn't mind so much. Lorenor's was a life of servitude for this or that master. It was part of the curse of Undeath...