Given Neron's understatement regarding Whitebrim before that expedition, Jigano was inclined to take the Warden at his word on the dangers to the East. He nodded soberly, then drained his cider before focusing on the southerly border of Halo. "The Climb?" he repeated, voraciously curious as ever. "I wonder if an Attuned could fly there, if ravens can fly over it..." He tilted his head, caught for a moment by the mental images a volcanic land called up. They were...
Rather uncomfortable, really, for anyone without fire magic.
With a rueful nod he rose and gave his host a courteous bow. "Thank you for your time today. I wish you luck with that mine, whatever you decide to do with it. I hope you enjoy the loaves." With that he made his way out, ceding the chair to whoever waited next to bring their woes to the busy Warden. The Climb, was it? Perhaps it was time to do some more digging in the Atheneum now that he had a clue to guide him.
{Finished}
Rather uncomfortable, really, for anyone without fire magic.
With a rueful nod he rose and gave his host a courteous bow. "Thank you for your time today. I wish you luck with that mine, whatever you decide to do with it. I hope you enjoy the loaves." With that he made his way out, ceding the chair to whoever waited next to bring their woes to the busy Warden. The Climb, was it? Perhaps it was time to do some more digging in the Atheneum now that he had a clue to guide him.
{Finished}
