Jigano always appreciated an attentive audience, but he wished his tale was a bit more cheerful, or that he could unsee some of the memories it re-invoked. He inclined his head at the unexpected gratitude, appreciative of it, for all it could not soothe the nightmares that Maea and Evie would undoubtedly have for months to come of what they saw down there. "If any among them are Abandoned, and there is or was mageglass down there, you may have a growing problem on your hands," the bard agreed with Neron's assessment. "Though I'm not sure what the Ursurs were doing there, truth be told. Oversized guard dogs, or something else?" He arched a curious, questioning brow, hoping that one who had lived in Halo for a while might be able to shed some light on that particular edge of the mystery.
"I'll add a notice to the Temple board back on the Hollowed Grounds as well. Forewarning will hopefully be enough to keep the merely curious away, or those merchants who were simply hoping to find more places to trade." As much as he might want to root out the problem and cleanse the mine of the murderers in its depths, he recognized Neron's right to rule his land in his own way. If the Warden was content to leave the exiles and their people-eating ways be, then the bard would respect that and simply make a note to cross Whitebrim off of places to send his Loreseekers in the future.
"I'll add a notice to the Temple board back on the Hollowed Grounds as well. Forewarning will hopefully be enough to keep the merely curious away, or those merchants who were simply hoping to find more places to trade." As much as he might want to root out the problem and cleanse the mine of the murderers in its depths, he recognized Neron's right to rule his land in his own way. If the Warden was content to leave the exiles and their people-eating ways be, then the bard would respect that and simply make a note to cross Whitebrim off of places to send his Loreseekers in the future.
