He nodded at Loren's displayed notes, recognizing that the topic was closed for the moment. He had offered, the summoner knew that he had help if he wanted it... and if he didn't want it, there was nothing Jigano could do about it except make things worse. "Of course," he murmured, letting it drop until Loren was ready to reopen it again, in his time and on his terms.
Torchline. A paradise, from the flying rumors, of sand and sun and blue waters. The closest thing the bard had ever seen to a sea was the Sea of Glass, frozen and still, dark and deep in shades of black and navy and ice-whites. He still hated the portals and how they prickled against his skin, and Sam's petty note on the Temple board was true enough, but he felt adrift these days, swimming against a current and getting swept further from the shore.
"I'd prefer to go somewhere where I'm not going to risk running into Zariah and causing a scene," he admitted with a faint grimace. "The Fangs, perhaps, or the Tundra." The last thing he needed was to start a war he didn't have time to fight. "Though... that does lead to the last thing I had to ask of you. Do you know Maea?"
Torchline. A paradise, from the flying rumors, of sand and sun and blue waters. The closest thing the bard had ever seen to a sea was the Sea of Glass, frozen and still, dark and deep in shades of black and navy and ice-whites. He still hated the portals and how they prickled against his skin, and Sam's petty note on the Temple board was true enough, but he felt adrift these days, swimming against a current and getting swept further from the shore.
"I'd prefer to go somewhere where I'm not going to risk running into Zariah and causing a scene," he admitted with a faint grimace. "The Fangs, perhaps, or the Tundra." The last thing he needed was to start a war he didn't have time to fight. "Though... that does lead to the last thing I had to ask of you. Do you know Maea?"
