"Melita!" Jigano called out brightly, glad to see the fiery girl again and offering her a grin - and one for Fangorn as well, the little gourd having grown on him quite a bit. "We keep running into each other at these things!" He chuckled and turned to Ronin to hear what the Guildmaster had planned. Training Grounds had been in the announcement, but the actual details were what he'd been waiting to hear, tilting his head intently as Ronin listed their tasks.
Fence-pounding was decidedly not his forte, not with his weak little 'noodle arms' as Edy liked to call them. The hay bales might have been the easiest of the tasks at hand, but they weren't going to be an easy haul, either. That left the weapons... a dirty, tedious job, but someone had to do it, and he at least knew how to take care of steel.
"If you've got some sand and grinding stones, I'll get to work on the blades," he offered with a wry grin of his own. "Just give me a place in the shade to work, and I'll get on it!"
In fact, he stole Ronin's crate, settling in with the mish mash of weapons in various states of disrepair and a big sigh. Luckily he had Isuma beside him to cheer him along and he grinned at the gryphlet as he raised the first rusted sword and began to strop the rust from it with steady, patient strokes. "Have you met Fangorn?" he asked her, nodding towards the vampire gourd. "You should go say hello!"
Tentatively, clearly a little uncertain of this strange new friend, the gryphlet crept towards the gourd, chirruping quiet greetings as she snuck closer to investigate Melita 's companion.
Fence-pounding was decidedly not his forte, not with his weak little 'noodle arms' as Edy liked to call them. The hay bales might have been the easiest of the tasks at hand, but they weren't going to be an easy haul, either. That left the weapons... a dirty, tedious job, but someone had to do it, and he at least knew how to take care of steel.
"If you've got some sand and grinding stones, I'll get to work on the blades," he offered with a wry grin of his own. "Just give me a place in the shade to work, and I'll get on it!"
In fact, he stole Ronin's crate, settling in with the mish mash of weapons in various states of disrepair and a big sigh. Luckily he had Isuma beside him to cheer him along and he grinned at the gryphlet as he raised the first rusted sword and began to strop the rust from it with steady, patient strokes. "Have you met Fangorn?" he asked her, nodding towards the vampire gourd. "You should go say hello!"
Tentatively, clearly a little uncertain of this strange new friend, the gryphlet crept towards the gourd, chirruping quiet greetings as she snuck closer to investigate Melita 's companion.
