Isuma had awoken with an unfortunate case of bedhead, which didn't stop her from happily flapping up to meet Coffee and exchange greetings with the little black dragon while the humans made themselves comfortable down below.
And speaking of comfortable...
Jigano hid a grin at the soft smile on Adam's face, but the offer of a drink was an unexpected (well, not really. This was Adam, after all) pleasure and he took the bottle with a smile. "Ah, a Valair cider! I've a soft spot for them," he confessed with a lopsided grin as he rose and reached out to offer Adam a hand up. "If it's 'booze and bitching' on your mind, though, let's go sit by the fire. That's where the comfortable chairs are. The chairs at this table are meant to keep you awake through long hours of studying." Well, maybe not really, but they were certainly a harder place to rest a bony ass than the overstuffed chairs by the fire. Jigano led the way and parked himself in his usual choice, prying the cork from his bottle with strong fingers and taking a whiff of the crisp apple scent that arose from it.
"Ahh... lovely. I have to admit, I'm not used to having anyone show up to 'bitch' with," he said wryly, offering Adam a toast. "It's much appreciated. So what's on your mind?" The Devil's Advocates likely, but the bard wasn't going to start in on that just yet. He'd see if Adam brought it up first, and then curve around to it later if it didn't come up sooner.
And speaking of comfortable...
Jigano hid a grin at the soft smile on Adam's face, but the offer of a drink was an unexpected (well, not really. This was Adam, after all) pleasure and he took the bottle with a smile. "Ah, a Valair cider! I've a soft spot for them," he confessed with a lopsided grin as he rose and reached out to offer Adam a hand up. "If it's 'booze and bitching' on your mind, though, let's go sit by the fire. That's where the comfortable chairs are. The chairs at this table are meant to keep you awake through long hours of studying." Well, maybe not really, but they were certainly a harder place to rest a bony ass than the overstuffed chairs by the fire. Jigano led the way and parked himself in his usual choice, prying the cork from his bottle with strong fingers and taking a whiff of the crisp apple scent that arose from it.
"Ahh... lovely. I have to admit, I'm not used to having anyone show up to 'bitch' with," he said wryly, offering Adam a toast. "It's much appreciated. So what's on your mind?" The Devil's Advocates likely, but the bard wasn't going to start in on that just yet. He'd see if Adam brought it up first, and then curve around to it later if it didn't come up sooner.
