Such a jar would be a practical help, and he nodded in gratitude at Deimos's willingness to entertain the notion. How many there would eventually be and for whom was entirely up the General's discretion, and Jigano didn't intend to push his luck with the request, content for whatever clever solution the mage came up with. It would be nice to turn to something made for peace, not war, for a change. Something that worked to preserve rather than destroy. An Artisan's task rather than a soldier's.
Not that Deimos had seemed eager to embrace such a life the last time they had discussed it, but then it had been a lighter conversation. More or less.
Given how things on Caido usually went, it was almost to be expected that nothing be easy. The plant he had seen was pillaged as they arrived, and while there were certainly more to be found if they searched farther afield, there was also no reason to waste further time when Amalia's cure took precedence. A new plant unfurled beneath his magic, green and lively, and then he sat back to let Deimos work his own destruction; not in swift retribution but instead in an almost deceptively gentle caress of power, visible to the bard by the slow wilting of the young sapling as they watched. The magic was disciplined and controlled, released in a whisper rather than a wave, and in a few moments the long, slender leaves had taken on an unhealthy tinge, slowly dying and just beginning to brown around the edges.
Uncertain of how literal Safrin's requirements on who was allowed to gather what were, Jigano stepped out of the way to give Deimos easier access to his goal, an arched brow of curiosity as he looked to the General. Will that be close enough, do you think? If not, they could do more, balancing life drain and healing to find the right balance that appealed to the one whose task it was.
Not that Deimos had seemed eager to embrace such a life the last time they had discussed it, but then it had been a lighter conversation. More or less.
Given how things on Caido usually went, it was almost to be expected that nothing be easy. The plant he had seen was pillaged as they arrived, and while there were certainly more to be found if they searched farther afield, there was also no reason to waste further time when Amalia's cure took precedence. A new plant unfurled beneath his magic, green and lively, and then he sat back to let Deimos work his own destruction; not in swift retribution but instead in an almost deceptively gentle caress of power, visible to the bard by the slow wilting of the young sapling as they watched. The magic was disciplined and controlled, released in a whisper rather than a wave, and in a few moments the long, slender leaves had taken on an unhealthy tinge, slowly dying and just beginning to brown around the edges.
Uncertain of how literal Safrin's requirements on who was allowed to gather what were, Jigano stepped out of the way to give Deimos easier access to his goal, an arched brow of curiosity as he looked to the General. Will that be close enough, do you think? If not, they could do more, balancing life drain and healing to find the right balance that appealed to the one whose task it was.
