Another change in the man: he had been garrulous before, both when Jigano had first met him and later, in the bar. He still was when it came to his craft, but beyond that he had gone uncharacteristically terse and tense. The bard had initially attributed it to the tongue-lashing he'd delivered in their last meeting souring things between them, though when he had left it had been with Are still professing his belief that they were friends and sounding like he intended to earn Jigano's respect back. His words, however, caught the lorekeeper's attention, and that white-haired head tilted to the side curiously as he chased this new prey.
"What is it that we don't agree on, Are?" he asked, genuinely curious. Aside from parting on poor terms after the cobbler had let his quick tongue and ire fly, Jigano thought he'd gotten through to the man. Or had all the beer rendered their discussion moot?
"Ah, good, I'm glad you found her name. That will make the search easier, I hope." That, at least, he could offer sincerely. "Take heart, though. Ianto was dropped beyond the Barrier, and it sounds as though other outlanders have been as well. I will hope that she was, as well, and that you may yet reunite with her, out in the lands beyond the Woods."
"What is it that we don't agree on, Are?" he asked, genuinely curious. Aside from parting on poor terms after the cobbler had let his quick tongue and ire fly, Jigano thought he'd gotten through to the man. Or had all the beer rendered their discussion moot?
"Ah, good, I'm glad you found her name. That will make the search easier, I hope." That, at least, he could offer sincerely. "Take heart, though. Ianto was dropped beyond the Barrier, and it sounds as though other outlanders have been as well. I will hope that she was, as well, and that you may yet reunite with her, out in the lands beyond the Woods."
