"I'm glad you came back, too," the bard grinned. "A trade well worth the cost of a few fancy gloves!" Indeed, they had gotten the better of the deal, for the gauntlets were only magic whereas Ronin brought experience, wit, and a leadership the Northhaveners' morale had seemed to need. But even though the magic items had been lost, it seemed that not all magic was gone from the Guildmaster's hands, and Jigano tilted his head curiously at the mention of a new ability. Apparently there was more to being a demigod than just great hair and a second chance at life?
Curious but patient, Jigano took the time to wipe a trickle of sweat from his brow, eyes narrowed against the sun's glare. He was glad he hadn't blinked, because the sight of Ronin stepping out of himself was indeed worth seeing, and he whistled low with appreciation at the trick. "A bit like an old spell I used to know," he murmured wryly, swiftly tamping down on the sense of envy. "Is he... it? Is it physical as well as visual?" he asked curiously, obliging his companion by raising his hands again and stepping forward in a cautious jab at the... illusion? construct? mirror image? of Ronin, aiming for its shoulder at the same pace they had been practicing before.
Curious but patient, Jigano took the time to wipe a trickle of sweat from his brow, eyes narrowed against the sun's glare. He was glad he hadn't blinked, because the sight of Ronin stepping out of himself was indeed worth seeing, and he whistled low with appreciation at the trick. "A bit like an old spell I used to know," he murmured wryly, swiftly tamping down on the sense of envy. "Is he... it? Is it physical as well as visual?" he asked curiously, obliging his companion by raising his hands again and stepping forward in a cautious jab at the... illusion? construct? mirror image? of Ronin, aiming for its shoulder at the same pace they had been practicing before.
