Jigano chuckled in appreciation of her joke, amused both by its truth and its wit. ”I admit, I prefer repeat patrons myself, though there’s something to be said for a new audience who appreciates the same tales told a hundred times before – but only the first time to them.” He watched Isla intently, seeing how she harvested the seedpods and making a mental note of the tools himself. He had only passing familiarity with alchemy – like most things, from books rather than practical application – or the mixing of medicines, but if these pods were useful to the healers there was no reason not to gather them when he came across them. He could deliver them to the infirmary whenever he headed back to the Atheneum or Rathskeller, and build goodwill without needing to go out of his way to do so.
A tidy conclusion, and he returned Isla’s smile as she rose with fluid grace and carried on with her harvest. ”Wise,” he agreed with her husbandry of the small plants, ambling a little distance away to try and find a separate cluster, and spread out their gathering. ”Have you tried growing these in the Sanctuary as well?”
The idle conversation took a decidedly bloody turn, but Jigano had asked for it with full awareness that it might. Healers were not, as a rule, squeamish and he’d dealt with quite a few wounds in his own adventuring days, or at least, had helped Jenny to do so. Something Isla said, though, definitely piqued his interest, and he paused in his search to look over at his companion, arching a brow in open curiosity. ”The Spire is hard to miss, of course, but what monster? Aside from the, ah, ghoulish gourds running amok it’s seemed fairly peaceful in this place, at least since I arrived.” Which was really quite recently, but then, he’d hardly gone looking for trouble personally, preferring to hear stories of it from others or read about it in the books he was trying to decipher in the Atheneum.
A tidy conclusion, and he returned Isla’s smile as she rose with fluid grace and carried on with her harvest. ”Wise,” he agreed with her husbandry of the small plants, ambling a little distance away to try and find a separate cluster, and spread out their gathering. ”Have you tried growing these in the Sanctuary as well?”
The idle conversation took a decidedly bloody turn, but Jigano had asked for it with full awareness that it might. Healers were not, as a rule, squeamish and he’d dealt with quite a few wounds in his own adventuring days, or at least, had helped Jenny to do so. Something Isla said, though, definitely piqued his interest, and he paused in his search to look over at his companion, arching a brow in open curiosity. ”The Spire is hard to miss, of course, but what monster? Aside from the, ah, ghoulish gourds running amok it’s seemed fairly peaceful in this place, at least since I arrived.” Which was really quite recently, but then, he’d hardly gone looking for trouble personally, preferring to hear stories of it from others or read about it in the books he was trying to decipher in the Atheneum.
