Jigano bowed his head in agreement with Ronin's wisdom, glad that they had the time, now, to move so slowly and carefully. What he had seen at the meeting not so long ago was a powder keg of resentment churning beneath Zariah's heel, and more than a few people who were ready to blow at the first spark, training or no. Now, though, with the Tyrant gone for at least a little while, perhaps they could safely proceed according to the captain's plan.
"Plans and talk aren't movement," Jigano said with a slight shrug as he sipped his tea. "But I appreciate the cautious path you're taking. Hopefully we'll come through this in one piece, if we play our cards right."
The dismissal was courteous, but distinct enough that the bard could hardly miss it. He raised his cup in salute before drinking the warm water down. "My thanks, Guildmaster. And I'll try. The same goes to you." He flipped his eyepatch down and took a moment to straighten his disguise once more before he gave a parting grin and slouched out the door, heading down the street at a rolling amble as he contemplated his preparations for the meeting ahead.
"Plans and talk aren't movement," Jigano said with a slight shrug as he sipped his tea. "But I appreciate the cautious path you're taking. Hopefully we'll come through this in one piece, if we play our cards right."
The dismissal was courteous, but distinct enough that the bard could hardly miss it. He raised his cup in salute before drinking the warm water down. "My thanks, Guildmaster. And I'll try. The same goes to you." He flipped his eyepatch down and took a moment to straighten his disguise once more before he gave a parting grin and slouched out the door, heading down the street at a rolling amble as he contemplated his preparations for the meeting ahead.
