Jigano's friendly smile didn't waver, but he found himself holding back the urge to blink in surprise at the raw emotion that seethed just beneath the surface of the young man's voice and expression. Perhaps this Outlander had not had as soft a landing as some of them received. Perhaps more akin to Melinoe's catastrophic landing at the forefront of a storm, shredded and bloody and half-dead? Though at least there were no obvious wounds or bandages on the stranger.
One brow did arch in curiosity at the strange language, but he nodded easily enough at the translation. "Not at all. The least I can do is offer the hospitality of my table." He chuckled his thanks at the bartender and collected his drink, leading the way to his usual place and settling onto the bench once more, swirling his glass as he gaveSascha the chance to make himself comfortable. The courtesy was appreciated, and his eyes widened in surprise - and a little pleasure - at the greeting. He repeated back, not as easily as someone who did it regularly, but not with the awkwardness of someone who had never done it before, either. It was as if he was out of practice, but had known it once. "Be welcome here, Sascha. My name is Jigano. And from your clothes I am guessing that you aren't from around here," he added with a wry smile. "I would be glad to answer any questions you might have. Coming through the portals into Caido can be... disorienting, to say the least. If you're hungry, would you like to join me for dinner?"
One brow did arch in curiosity at the strange language, but he nodded easily enough at the translation. "Not at all. The least I can do is offer the hospitality of my table." He chuckled his thanks at the bartender and collected his drink, leading the way to his usual place and settling onto the bench once more, swirling his glass as he gave
