Jigano provided more stripe of cloth as Lucas finished rolling, falling into a natural rhythm only broken when he had to reach for a second sheet. "Ah, violin," he mused, letting some few of the shadows retreat a little at the talk of pleasanter things. "I would love to hear a good violin again. We may have to see if we can find an instrument maker here. My flute and lapharp made it through the portal with me, but my mandolin was lost and I haven't had a chance to replace it yet. It sounds as if we could both use the services of a good luthier." The piano, however, might prove a bit trickier to obtain.
A flickered glance caught the smirk, but Jigano was too weary to wonder about it. He nodded understanding of the gist of Lucas' work, however. A bodyguard service, perhaps, or a mercenary company, if it was a 'business' of law enforcement. Otherwise he would have said 'guard' or 'soldier,' or perhaps the bard was simply overthinking it. The return question had him tilting his chin, distracted from further pursuit by old memories he had been growing more distant from the longer he spent in Caido... for good or for ill, or perhaps both.
"I'm from the northlands of my world, from a country called Numeria," he began, wondering how to distill an entire world into a few simple phrases. "Like and unlike here. Magic and gods are common there, but the gods were more, ah, distant than the local variety. And there is a far greater variety of intelligent races... humans being common but not necessarily a majority outside of a few enclaves." He considered commenting on the technology scattered across the landscape by the ancient Rain of Stars but... perhaps that wouldn't interest the charming blond. Their worlds sounded very different, and he didn't want to shock his companion, or make him think the bard was a liar.
"Have you been settling in here well enough, in spite of the differences from your own world?" he asked, belated courtesy as they continued to work. With Lucas' help the job would soon be complete, Jigano realized distractedly, and then he might need to find something else to occupy his hands with, as well as his mind. Cleaning the tools and instruments that had been used during Long Night, perhaps.
A flickered glance caught the smirk, but Jigano was too weary to wonder about it. He nodded understanding of the gist of Lucas' work, however. A bodyguard service, perhaps, or a mercenary company, if it was a 'business' of law enforcement. Otherwise he would have said 'guard' or 'soldier,' or perhaps the bard was simply overthinking it. The return question had him tilting his chin, distracted from further pursuit by old memories he had been growing more distant from the longer he spent in Caido... for good or for ill, or perhaps both.
"I'm from the northlands of my world, from a country called Numeria," he began, wondering how to distill an entire world into a few simple phrases. "Like and unlike here. Magic and gods are common there, but the gods were more, ah, distant than the local variety. And there is a far greater variety of intelligent races... humans being common but not necessarily a majority outside of a few enclaves." He considered commenting on the technology scattered across the landscape by the ancient Rain of Stars but... perhaps that wouldn't interest the charming blond. Their worlds sounded very different, and he didn't want to shock his companion, or make him think the bard was a liar.
"Have you been settling in here well enough, in spite of the differences from your own world?" he asked, belated courtesy as they continued to work. With Lucas' help the job would soon be complete, Jigano realized distractedly, and then he might need to find something else to occupy his hands with, as well as his mind. Cleaning the tools and instruments that had been used during Long Night, perhaps.
