Even weary as he was, he was too well-trained to let his smile slip towards wry disagreement that Remi was 'wonderful.' A great many things, was Remi, but to Jigano he had been decidedly less than wonderful. He was capable of being charming though, and the bard could appreciate that from a professional standpoint, and see how it appealed to others. Besides, it was far easier to give Melita an honest smile at hearing that she had enjoyed working on the Atheneum. Hot, sweaty, dirty work though it was, it was due to all their efforts that it had gone so well, and he bowed his head in gratitude.
Her company was a balm, however, all the more for how he had distanced himself from the Settlement and the daily interactions he had begun to take for granted. He enjoyed his solitude, too, but when it was enforced and not a matter of choice it grated and gnawed at his wild soul. Melita was a most excellent companion, and if she didn't mean spending an afternoon with him, well, he wasn't going to turn down her offer to help! "The bow is an excellent idea," he agreed, a smile on his lips. "We'll be hunting a wolf that's been sniffing around Rory's goats. The dogs have been chasing him off so far, but he's been back a few times. If he's this bold now, he's going to be a real problem come Deepfrost, and a threat to more than just goats. His scent has always been alone, though. My guess is that he doesn't have a pack, and it's driven him a little mad." The bard sighed, standing and placing the broad-rimmed, battered hat over his damp hair. "I know how he feels," he muttered, mostly to himself. "But I'd like to handle this for Rory. He's got enough on his hands right now," he spoke up again, smiling wryly.
"I'll meet you in the woods outside his farm. Look for a greyish fox. He'll lead you on the trail after the beastie, if you're still up for it."
Her company was a balm, however, all the more for how he had distanced himself from the Settlement and the daily interactions he had begun to take for granted. He enjoyed his solitude, too, but when it was enforced and not a matter of choice it grated and gnawed at his wild soul. Melita was a most excellent companion, and if she didn't mean spending an afternoon with him, well, he wasn't going to turn down her offer to help! "The bow is an excellent idea," he agreed, a smile on his lips. "We'll be hunting a wolf that's been sniffing around Rory's goats. The dogs have been chasing him off so far, but he's been back a few times. If he's this bold now, he's going to be a real problem come Deepfrost, and a threat to more than just goats. His scent has always been alone, though. My guess is that he doesn't have a pack, and it's driven him a little mad." The bard sighed, standing and placing the broad-rimmed, battered hat over his damp hair. "I know how he feels," he muttered, mostly to himself. "But I'd like to handle this for Rory. He's got enough on his hands right now," he spoke up again, smiling wryly.
"I'll meet you in the woods outside his farm. Look for a greyish fox. He'll lead you on the trail after the beastie, if you're still up for it."
