"I don't see why not," Jigano teased back. "Getting shit faced is an ancient past time with a long and noble tradition! Why, all the very best people do it!" Where that left him, as someone who enjoyed drinking but who didn't generally allow himself to get drunk, was an excellent question.
"Is grass green?" he asked slyly. "I wouldn't think you'd get to see too much of it in Halo, from what I've heard. It sounds very bleak and white and gray." Maybe some blue out on the ice? Or red on the snow, if things went awry. He also rose, his movements dancer-smooth in spite of how long he'd been sitting, his loose clothing hiding a lithe and muscled body in spite of his scholarly mien. "But a meeting with the sentient books can be arranged." His humor slipped for a moment as they turned to Wessex, but the smile came book a moment later, crooked as ever. "And we're already there. We've been gathering the sentient books we've found in the vault down here, both for easier access and so they don't terrorize people who don't want to get eaten by a book, however well-intentioned the book in question might be!" Indeed, in the hall there were three wooden doors, two of which stood open, and a third of metal set into the stone. Jigano approached it, a key appearing in his hand as if by magic (or at least, practiced sleight of hand) between one moment and the next.
"And Wessex and some other Ascended attacked the Fae's most sacred tree - after they'd been banned from Fae lands for spreading the Blight," he added with a grimace. "The Ascended killed the Fae defending it - or at least, they fought them and the Voice killed them? I'm not completely clear on the order of events, but Wessex led trespass and desecration and was involved in an attack and several murders while she bore the crown of the Hollowed Grounds. They turned the Mathair into a portal in the process, but it created some serious friction between us and our northernmost neighbors."Friction that hadn't yet been resolved during this thread because timey-wimey
He tilted a grin at Ingrid in spite of the heavy talk, though. "But if anyone tried banning booze here I guarantee there'd be a revolution within five minutes of it being posted. And so far no one has been that suicidal." He waved off her teasing with a wink. "Besides, we're a well-known guild of fugitive-harborers. Zariah's threatened at least half our members at one point or another, and tried to shut us down in her tenure as self-proclaimed royalty before she up and disappeared. I was told it had something to do with a mission for the Voice but," he shrugged. "I don't know what the details were. Obviously she ended up in Halo, though." He shook his head, shaking the frustration and anger of that time away with a determined push of his emotions, and instead he flashed Ingrid a grin in return. "Any enemy of Zariah's is probably a friend of ours!"
"Is grass green?" he asked slyly. "I wouldn't think you'd get to see too much of it in Halo, from what I've heard. It sounds very bleak and white and gray." Maybe some blue out on the ice? Or red on the snow, if things went awry. He also rose, his movements dancer-smooth in spite of how long he'd been sitting, his loose clothing hiding a lithe and muscled body in spite of his scholarly mien. "But a meeting with the sentient books can be arranged." His humor slipped for a moment as they turned to Wessex, but the smile came book a moment later, crooked as ever. "And we're already there. We've been gathering the sentient books we've found in the vault down here, both for easier access and so they don't terrorize people who don't want to get eaten by a book, however well-intentioned the book in question might be!" Indeed, in the hall there were three wooden doors, two of which stood open, and a third of metal set into the stone. Jigano approached it, a key appearing in his hand as if by magic (or at least, practiced sleight of hand) between one moment and the next.
"And Wessex and some other Ascended attacked the Fae's most sacred tree - after they'd been banned from Fae lands for spreading the Blight," he added with a grimace. "The Ascended killed the Fae defending it - or at least, they fought them and the Voice killed them? I'm not completely clear on the order of events, but Wessex led trespass and desecration and was involved in an attack and several murders while she bore the crown of the Hollowed Grounds. They turned the Mathair into a portal in the process, but it created some serious friction between us and our northernmost neighbors."
He tilted a grin at Ingrid in spite of the heavy talk, though. "But if anyone tried banning booze here I guarantee there'd be a revolution within five minutes of it being posted. And so far no one has been that suicidal." He waved off her teasing with a wink. "Besides, we're a well-known guild of fugitive-harborers. Zariah's threatened at least half our members at one point or another, and tried to shut us down in her tenure as self-proclaimed royalty before she up and disappeared. I was told it had something to do with a mission for the Voice but," he shrugged. "I don't know what the details were. Obviously she ended up in Halo, though." He shook his head, shaking the frustration and anger of that time away with a determined push of his emotions, and instead he flashed Ingrid a grin in return. "Any enemy of Zariah's is probably a friend of ours!"
