Not every children's book had a happy ending. It was, however, an educational tale and Jigano made the trade for it thoughtfully, tucking the book into his layers along with his glasses before heading out to continue his perusal of Snowcloak's shops and offerings. Borrowing a trick from Amalia he fluffed out foxy fur beneath his wrappings, giving himself an extra layer of warmth hidden by his thick clothes as he made his way down the sunlit street, nodding greetings to those that he passed (who mostly ignored him), and peering in shop windows wherever the ice was clear enough to let him see the wares inside. The glare off the snow was real enough, but by squinting he could mostly make out where he was going and avoid bumping into people.
He was mostly there out of curiosity, but also on the prowl for a particular ningo-seller who owed him a favor, for he had a powerful curiosity for what the birds tasted like and the cold was certainly working up an appetite! If he didn't find the man soon he'd have to find something to trade for a meal at one of the taverns he passed, their light and apparent warmth within sturdy stone walls beckoning to him with every quarter hour that past on his explorations.
He was mostly there out of curiosity, but also on the prowl for a particular ningo-seller who owed him a favor, for he had a powerful curiosity for what the birds tasted like and the cold was certainly working up an appetite! If he didn't find the man soon he'd have to find something to trade for a meal at one of the taverns he passed, their light and apparent warmth within sturdy stone walls beckoning to him with every quarter hour that past on his explorations.
